Life’s fortunes have a habit of abruptly swinging between extremes.

One day, your humble correspondent travels to a nearby town to finally retrieve the airplane stuck there for seven weeks. Same day, he visits a lovely home very near that airport, to contemplate buying this property. Then he flies to his soon-to-be-ex home in a shiny newly-improved bird. Electrifying (in a good way).

Next day, your humble correspondent’s wife’s semi-illness turns serious. And the family brat takes really ill. When one of them barfs, the other whines or mopes. Then they swap roles. That leaves just one mostly functional human (me) to look after the dysfunctional ones, plus keep effort flowing toward the day job during a particularly work-intensive period. Sleep? Ha, sleep! Who needs it, when instead one can visit a kids’ hospital emergency room at 3 AM. Concentration? Ha, concentration! Who needs it, with so much to do? Electrifying (in a bad way).