Well, you knew I'd do it, didn't you? Despite my career-changing angst, you knew I'd just have to throw the Shorty PJs pantaloons into the resume pile. Done. Faxed. Receipt confirmed. Thanks for your go-for-it enthusiasm, PT and Chuck-ster. If I make the short-list and am called in for an interview, I'll let you more about the job. Stay tuned.
Yes, Winston, I'm all personality'd out after three days as an exhibitionist - er, exhibitor - at the CDC Symposium. I need a smile-regenerator at this point.
Give me a day to rest up, and I'll get back to the fun stuff tomorrow.