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I woke up this morning scared to death. I haven't been woke up by the alarm clock in more than a year. Then I realized I had to use the bathroom badly and I couldn't seem to get anything to respond. Kristen got up and went to get my meds, which has become a habit. Get med first, it pays to get them down soonest. But my brain was not functioning that way. It wanted help moving now. By the time she returned I was in a mental panic. I was not really awake. I was moving, sort of. My emotions were working on building the world's biggest rollercoaster with me in the lead car and Kristen in the rear. By the time we got me into the chair, the ride operator decided the ride was ready and turned us loose. I got mad, happy, sad, and I swear, just about everything else you can think of. Then I realized I was supposed to go to work. The car left the rail. I don't know what I said. Kristen said that I ate something for breakfast, but I don't remember doing so. At some point I came back to reality and realized that I was not going to be able to deal with work. So I called everyone I thought important at the time and said I was not going to make it in today. The next thing I know my med alarm goes off, I take another dose, and realized I've been busily redoing the Parkie photo page and some crazy piece of my flaked out mind changed every other link, or nearly so. So, if you visit http://rampages.onramp.net/~mgiles/pdfriend.htm within the next few days and think the author has lost his marbles, is off his rocker, gone off the deep end. He did. But is well on his way back to what passes for sanity. Marvin http://rampages.onramp.net/~mgiles/werpup.gif Kristen http://rampages.onramp.net/~mgiles/kg.gif