 I feel terrible. I concur. I ingested enough grease to stock a mechanic shop. But I presume you're speaking of your feelings towards Ms. Fitzgibbons. I want Buck to be with us. I don't want to compete with her. Indeed. But I also know that I have to leave it in God's hands and pray that he'll end up in the home that's best for him, even if it's not us. A difficult prayer to pray...