Great Scott

I love my friends. And I love them even more when they write stuff that makes me nod my head in agreement so hard it’s in jeopardy of unscrewing itself from its neck-post, propelling itself up into the stratosphere, and ricocheting off Saturn. (And here you thought I was going to say “Uranus.”) (Oh, you.)
Thank you, my dearest Scott, for confirming, yet again, why I adore you so very much!