...I was waving and smiling, yes, but my feet were killing me, and I was already mentaly filling in my calendar. I'm off to Maryfield for the holidays, the inaugurations' in January, and we move into the White House right after that. Four years in the most luxurious prison in America. Am I going to survive? What do YOU think? Remember: keep your comments short, clean, and to the point. Peace be with you. Sparrow.