Category Archives: Moving

And where is our intrepid hero now?

Stress.  So much stress.

Not like a season of 24 stress (which I have been watching for the first time lately) but a constant, low-level, thrumming drone of stress.

This has been quite the year (and a half). At the same time that The Rocket Scientist was starting to interview for a complete career change, we were welcoming our little Cuddlebug into the world.  That welcoming had its own stress, besides being a c-section which I was not looking forward to, I was not going to be convinced that she would really be okay until she was in my arms.  As it turned out, even that didn’t do much to alleviate my fears.  It’s very frustrating to be constantly afraid while your brain chews you out for such irrational fears.  And with all my energy going into a new baby and any excess energy being taken up with unwarranted fears and with more energy that I didn’t have being taken up with worrying about an impending career change and what it would mean for our family (and what it would mean for us if it did not happen), I did not have a lot left over to be supportive of The Rocket Scientist while he went through much the same thing (only without quite the same fears over our Cuddlebug). Let’s just say, we were not getting on well.

And then what we were expecting to take 3 to 6 months turned into 7.  Then 8.  Then 9.  At which point we no longer had a place to live.  The weekend before my birthday (on my Dove’s first birthday), we moved all of our belongings into a storage locker.  We couldn’t sign a contract for another house because if we didn’t have a job in another 2 months we would have had to go back to Canada, and even if we did find a job we had no idea where it would be. Sheffield? London? Oxford? New York?  So we lived out of suitcases on the kindness of friends and acquaintances.

Then it was 10. Then 11. 3 Weeks from his job ending at the University we were faced with a choice of two jobs.  Neither one was ideal except that they were a job.  One of our big concerns with the new job is that it had to pay enough for us to be able to afford Indefinite Leave to Remain in 3 months (an astronomical cost for all of us) and the pay being offered wasn’t going to cut it.  Until one of them offered to cover the cost.  Completely.  For the whole family.

What a relief.

It was over.

Within a month, The Rocket Scientist finished off his job in Oxford and started his new one in London, we got to spend a couple of weeks at a corporate apartment in London (where our Cuddlebug caught her little toe in a door and partially amputated it so instead of wandering around our favourite city we spent most of the two weeks in one hospital or another), we found our new home in Leighton Buzzard, and finally got all our stuff out of the storage locker. It was like Christmas.

Then came the settling in to a new city, not having any friends around to relax with, not having a church to fellowship with, adjusting to The Rocket Scientist having significantly longer hours than he did as an academic.  And our first Christmas without Grammie (she had come in September to help out for a few weeks and couldn’t afford to visit again so soon).

Well, we’ve been in Leighton Buzzard for 7 months now, all three of the kids have had a birthday in this house and we have found a church to call home.  Friends are coming a bit slower but I remind myself not to feel rushed.  The Rocket Scientist and I are, for the first time since we met, not waiting to move on, not thinking about having to leave our friends and make new ones.

We are settled.


Did I mention that we are also homeschooling (and have been for the last year)? I certainly wouldn’t have it any other way and I don’t really find it stressful, but not having much in the way of time to myself is hard.  More on those adventures later.

So what, then, is the source of that undercurrent of stress?  I am waiting.  Holding my breath.  For once I am not pregnant although we are anticipating a new arrival to our household.  As soon as someone up there in the Great White North buys my mum’s house, she’s buying a one-way ticket and coming to live with us.  I’m sure it will be an adjustment for everyone involved but the pros far outweigh the cons.  It is killing me that there is no date on the calendar, nothing to count down to, just the waiting.

for someday






A Fortnight

I cannot believe it has been so long.  Is anyone still there?  If you are I apologize for my absence.  In my defense, there has been a lot going on.  Janet was here for a week.  We survived all our driving around.  Yes, we all survived and yes, I did get lost a few more times, but we always had great adventures.  There will be stories and pictures shortly.

The day that Janet left, the Rocket Scientist, Doodle, and I headed for Cambridge for 4 days for a conference.  We stayed in a lovely little B&B and Doodle and I took long naps and spent our afternoons wandering the city.  I even got to do a bit of shopping.  I’ll post pictures and stories soon.

Did I mention there’s been a lot going on here?  Between dropping Janet at the airport and leaving for Cambridge our boxes arrived.  Most of the floor space of our living room and all of Doodle’s nursery were completely covered in boxes.  (Yes, I’ll share pictures of that, too)  Which of course I had to leave behind to go to Cambridge.  I practically itched to get at them.  I got a good two days of unpacking in once we returned before my neck made it too painful to move my head let alone boxes.  It’s still kinked but will hopefully be better in time for me to finish getting the house ready for Doodle’s birthday party next Saturday.

Doodle did quite well being out as much as we were, but he didn’t really get a chance to kick his cold so it’s now going on past it’s third week. I think it’s finally on its way out though.  At least I sure hope so, there has not been a lot of sleep in this house lately.  He has also been teething, what seems like all the rest of his teeth at once, if his drool, chewing, and crankiness are any indication.  We’re getting ready for his 1st Birthday!  Yay!  Stories and pictures, of course, will follow.

I am finally kicking my cold (thank goodness) and the Rocket Scientist has caught his first UK cold.  Unfortunately it has hit him much harder than it did us.  Of course now that I am finally not sick, something had to happen. I have twisted my neck and flared up an old whiplash injury.  I didn’t think it was too bad at first but it’s now three days of considerable pain and I am not a happy camper.  And it couldn’t have come at a worse time.  But don’t we always say that.  Don’t worry, this is it for that story and there are no pictures.

So that’s the fortnight in a nutshell.  There are several things I want to expound on and I hope to do so over the next few days, but you’ll forgive me if I don’t always make it.  The pain in my neck has taken the writing of this blog from a few minutes to two hours.  And now that my warm rice sock is no longer very warm and it’s time for my next dose of pills and my nice warm bed.


Our Last Day in Chicago

Now, obviously we are no longer in Chicago and haven’t been for a couple weeks now, but I just want to share the adventure that was…Our Last Day in Chicago.

First let me explain some of the stress that had led up to that day.  Visas.  They are a pain.  All. the. time.  The visas we came into the UK on were ancestory visas thanks to the Rocket Scientist’s Grandparents both being born on this side of the pond.  This offers us a lot of flexibility and allows us to be here for 5 years before we have to worry about anything.  Yay.  However it is quite the ordeal to actually get them.  I talked about the start of it all here.

After going through all the requirements and crosschecking with our calendar we figured at the latest our visas should be ready by Monday the 12th, the Rocket Scientist had to be in the office at Oxford by the 16th so we booked out flights for Tuesday night, arriving Wednesday so we would have a couple days to adjust before he had to go off to work.  It sounds like last minute, but we had been told by everyone who had gone through this before that while it said 5 to 10 days (the 10 would have been Monday) it usually went through in 48 – 72 hours. If you’re doing the math along with me, that would have left us quite a lot of time.  To relax.

Hah!  What no one told us, in our myriad of conversations with all manner of people supposedly helping us get all our ducks in a row so there would be no problems is that because Doodle is an infant and cannot have his biometrics taken (apparently fingerprints for a 9-month old don’t hold up in court – ya think?) that it would take considerable longer for him and my visa as his mother would be held up for the same amount of time.  Weeks possibly.

The problem is, is that we did not find this out until Tuesday.  That’s right, the day we were supposed to fly out.  Not that we weren’t trying.  When we got no email 6 days in, we sent an email inquiring as to the status.  We received an email the next day saying it would now be 5 – 10 days.  Starting to panic we thought we should try to get a hold of someone.  No phone numbers put us through to the people we needed to reach.  We send another email stating the nature of our panic and receive a simple line stating that they were currently processing requests from Dec. 29th.  Okay, that’s not so bad, ours were in the bin for the 30th, we should be able to show up on Monday (the next day they were open) and pick them up.  Not that they’ve told us that, we just figure if we actually go down there and beat down…er, I mean knock on some doors that they’re bound to help us out.

So we show up Monday to find that anyone that we would need to talk to about such things had left at noon (golly, I’d like those hours).  And no, our visas were not ready.  We could show up at 9am tomorrow (yes, that’s Tuesday for those of you keeping track, the day we are supposed to leave) and we might be able to talk to someone and they might be inclined to help us maybe.

Now, I have to interject here that when we were praying about these visas, the Rocket Scientist thought it would be a good idea to ask God to maybe not have it all happen last minute.  I quickly prayed for peace should that happen anyway.  And then I just shook my head.

The Rocket Scientist shows up at 9am the next morning (did I mention that through all of this Chicago is seeing the worst winter in decades both for snow and cold?) and I stay home to pack up the rest of our bags, pretty sure that it would indeed be all last minute.  Little did I know…

Upon arriving and finally talking to someone, we finally learn of this problem with infant visas.  We are told that they make the request to the London offices and then…wait.  They have no idea when someone will get to it or how long it will take them to respond.  She said there was one small thing they could possibly try but it was not likely to work and we shouldn’t book our tickets until we hear from them.  The Rocket Scientist stays around until noon and arrives just before hoping to catch them before they all leave.  Apparently that day they left early.

The Rocket Scientist arrives back in Elgin, thoroughly dejected, not knowing when we’ll be able to rebook our flights or how much it will cost or if he’ll have to go on without us (his visa actually was ready) and how much of a bad first impression this might be making with the new bosses.  I, meanwhile have stopped packing all our little odds and ends since it would just end up getting taken all out again.  We call the airline to change the flights as it has to be done by 4:30 or we lose all our money.  After 45 minutes of fighting with a peon that was going to way overcharge us, we demand to speak to a manager.  One isn’t available but he’ll put urgent on the request and have one call us right back.  It’s now 2:30.

At 3 the phone rings and we breath a sigh of relief, we were about to call the airline back to remind them of the urgency with which we needed to change these tickets.  It’s the British Consulate.  Our visas are ready.  All of them.  Oh crap.

The Rocket Scientist starts running around like a madman throwing everything into any suitcase that still has room.  We figure we’re screwed on the weight allowance anyway, but hey at least we’re going to get there.  Hopefully.  The big issue is how to get the visas and us to the airport by 4:30, the standard 2 hours before the flight.  I am on the phone trying to call anyone and everyone I can think of that might be off work, close to downtown, and could perhaps drop everything and meet us at the airport with our visas.

Janet!!  The hero of our story.  What a great God we have.  I managed to do a bit of work with Janet last spring while I was hugely pregnant with Doodle and because of that her boss, Janice, not only knows me but loves me.  Normally at 3pm Janet would still be at least ankle deep in payroll but they had just finished.  Wow!  So Janice releases Janet from work early to run down and pick up our visas and hop in a cab and meet us at the airport.

My husband is pretty sure we’re not going to make it in time and phones the airline to see if we can check in over the phone since it wouldn’t let us online.  We’re packed up and in the car by now, having had to say way too quick a goodbye to Mary not to mention having interrupted Doodle’s dinner.  Poor little mite.  So the Rocket Scientist gets a hold of someone at the airline and she says we’ve been taken off the flight tonight (thanks to the mildly hair-brained person we were talking to previously).  Ack.  She is in the middle of putting us back on when we drive through a dead zone and loose her.  I know right!  It gets better though.  The Rocket Scientist is completely convinced that last minute or no we are now going to miss our flight and it won’t matter anyway.  I phone back just to see if there’s anyway we can manage…and I get the same lady.  In a call center of how many, after several minutes of panicking in the car, I get the same lady.  She’s got us back on the flight, she can’t check us in though.  It’s now 4:28, how are we going to get there in time.  I tell her this and she says, “Oh, don’t worry about that.  As long as you’re there 45 minutes before the flight you’ll be fine.”  Really!

Whew!  I’m exhausted typing all this up.  I have no idea how long this is, I’m sure it’s ridiculous.  Anyway, Janet actually beats us there, we get there at 4:35 and the kind women at the check in counter doesn’t bother charging us for the overweight bags, tells us that we actually get an extra checked bag for Doodle, so we only end up paying for one extra bag.  Praise the Lord!  She also changes our seats to bulkhead seats so that we can get a bassinet for Doodle to sleep in during the flight.  (he was a little too big, but it gave our arms a rest for a bit anyway)

The rest of the trip wasn’t nearly as exciting.  We were a bit delayed in Dublin, but arrived at Heathrow mid-afternoon and Duncan was there to drive us on to our new home in Oxford.  The landlord gave us a quick tour of the house and all the little idiosyncrasies and then the Rocket Scientist and Duncan took quick trip to the grocer for a few supplies.  I would love to say that we slept great that night considering how exhausted we were (neither of us slept really on the plane) but Doodle was up several times throughout the night.  Fortunately though, it didn’t take him long to adjust.

Well, I’ll leave you with that.  If you’ve made it this far, Cheers!

To answer a few questions…

We have a family website that I have been very lax in keeping updated the last few weeks.  The first thing I had to do was update my blogs.  Thankfully very easy as all I had to do was cut and paste from here to there.  I’m also wanting to get back into keeping up with my blogging more regularly as I want a place to record all the fun and strange and unexpected things we keep coming across here in the UK.  First though, I thought I’d post the following ‘News’ item from my website as it sums up a few things of where we’re at currently.  I still have to tell the story of how we got here.  It’s coming, I promise.  And I have to go through all the pictures I finally downloaded off my camera.  Two months worth.  Looks like naptimes are going to be busy for the next few days.

Originally I started writing this great long post about our entire adventure, but it was bordering on the ridiculous in length so I’m just going to save this entry to answer everyone’s question: Are we there yet?

Yes, we are most definitely here. We arrived in our little house almost two weeks ago now and are settling in quite nicely. There have been some bumps along the way, but we’re getting used to things here and, as they say, getting it all sorted.

Now before you start yelling at me for having been here for two weeks and only just now  updating you, remember that we didn’t actually have internet for a whole week (I know! how did we survive?). I would say something witty about that being the longest week of my life, but Doodle was a week late, so…ya.

Now to answer the other question on everyone’s mind: Is it all very exciting and wonderful and all that? Well, yes…and no. It’s mostly very surreal, because it’s not like being on holiday where you are packing every day with sightseeing and activity because you want to see as much as possible in a short amount of time. In truth, I’ve seen very little of Oxford. The Rocket Scientist’s seen a bit more because he’s been to work. Our first Saturday we ventured into city centre a little bit and then out to the outskirts to hit a Babies ‘R Us and then last Saturday my husband’s cousins took us out to a pub in the middle of nowhere and then to the little town of Whitney to look at some shops. Other than that we’ve seen the same half mile stretch of road that runs from our house to the nearest bunch of shops half a dozen times or so as we keep running back and forth for groceries. (It’s amazing how quickly you go through food when you only buy what you can carry!)

But it is very exciting. I mean, dude! We’re living on a whole new continent, well, island really, but still. I’m starting to get used to the direction of the cars already. Sort of. They don’t look like they’re on ‘the wrong side’ so much now, but I still look the wrong way before crossing the street. I think. I get very confused about that. It’s fun to hear all the accents on the street, in the shops, and on tv, but my brain gets a little fuzzy after a while. As for my accent, well, it comes and goes. Mostly comes when I’ve spent the day with the tv on in the background for company and goes when the Rocket Scientist gets home and gives me the evil eye for talking funny. His cousins (who will be referred to as Pam and Duncan from here on out) don’t seem to think there’s anything wrong with my accent. They think it’s charming, a bit muddled, but charming. At least I know I won’t be offending people too much.

And to answer the last question (well, usually the first that people ask): Doodle is doing great. He’s settled in really well, only took a couple days to fully adjust to the time change (thank You, God!). We pretty much stayed in the house all of last week so we could establish a schedule and I have to say he’s been napping better here than he was back in Chicago. Two full hours in the morning and a good hour and a half or more in the afternoon. Now we just have to get the night-times back in order. He does sleep, from about 7:30/8 to 7 in the morning (kid is like clockwork with his mornings within 5 minutes of 7am every day), he just wakes up half a dozen times a night. We’ve given him a lot of grace though considering all the upheaval he’s had for the last two months. But all that is about to change. Pray for us, we’re weaning off nighttime feedings starting this weekend. If you don’t hear from us for a few days (or several) you’ll know why.

So I hope that answers some questions, at least for now. I’ll try to be better about updating in the future as we settle in.

The Great Meltdown

What did we do before internet and mobile phones?  What was life like when one had to rely on archaic ‘landlines’ and ‘snail mail’?  I really don’t know.  For as long as it has taken us to get ‘back on the grid’ I can’t even imagine how long it would have taken to reach people with a home phone – which we won’t have for a week more or longer – or by post – which, granted we could have mailed a letter exclaiming our safe arrival the moment we set foot on British soil, they might have even gotten it by now.  How did people do it back then?  I suppose there would not be the expectation of keeping in touch.  People would say things like, “Have a safe journey, send us a letter once you’ve got settled”.  I suppose they’d be quite pleased to hear something within the month.

As it is, I have friends texting me the moment we’ve said goodbye saying “miss you already” and others writing on my facebook wall chomping at the bit to hear if we’ve landed and do we absolutely love it here.  I’m realizing when I left Canada for Chicago, I was really ready to leave, ready to put the old stuff behind me and set off on my new adventure.  There were a couple friends I was sad to leave, but I wasn’t leaving behind a life, I was on my way to find one.

Well, be careful what you wish for.  I found one and now I’ve had to leave it behind.  Not that I’m not excited to be on another new adventure, but I’m feeling a bit more lost this time ’round, a bit more…out of place.  Granted, there’s a bit more in the way of culture shock with this move and there’s the having to adjust to a new and drastically different time zone as well, but still.  I took for granted how much I did/talked to/planned with/thought about all the other people in my life in Chicago.  Perhaps I just had a bit more of a selfish existence in Canada, we’d only recently been married, and with the exception of work there was not a lot of involvement in things.  So much has changed.

It’s not just the Rocket Scientist and I this time either.  That’s the biggest shocker.  When we moved to Chicago, every night after dinner, we would go wander around downtown, just walking up and down the streets, seeing what was around.  On weekends, we would pick a new part of town to go explore and find something to do out there. We got to know the city very well, very fast.  We were much more mobile then than we are now.  It might be a bit different if it were summer and warmer out.  It’s such a production to get everyone bundled up and make sure the little man has his sweater and coat and hat and boots and oh dear we’ve lost his mitts so we’ll just put socks on his hands and maybe we should bring a blanket as well cause it’s windy and what if it rains.  Ack!  What I wouldn’t give for August.  But even so, if it were just the Rocket Scientist and I we would have spent entire days already just walking all over the city and getting lost and finding our way again and sleeping like logs at night.  Not that I would trade Doodle for anything but I might go stir crazy pretty quick if we don’t find something to do outside the house.

Oh, and something to do that doesn’t cause The Great Meltdown.  I guess I just assumed that Doodle would be mostly unaffected by the change, that he would react to things here the same as in Chicago.  Ya, I’m an idiot.  Not only is he in the umpteenth strange house for the umpteenth time in what has been a very long month and a half, he also does not have his own bed and hasn’t except for a few days around Christmas for all that time.  Add to that the fact that he has been teething almost non-stop since the end of November.  Add to that he’s also learned to crawl and so has many more places he would like to go and is often thwarted in his attempts.  Add to the much more frequent falling that goes along with said mobility.  Add to that all the myriad of new people that have been passing through his life, clamouring for attention and the absence of a lot of the ones he was accustomed to.  I’m sure there’s more.  What you get is a baby who used to be hailed as “such a happy baby” by everyone who met him to a quite cranky little boy (unless he’s getting his way, then, yes, he is quite a happy baby) who gets very upset at being told he can’t do something, go somewhere, or put something in his mouth, who won’t eat much except for bananas and breastmilk, who is once again waking up every two hours (if we’re lucky), and demands to be in sight of mommy almost without exception.  I was talking to my mom about this last night and she said, “Ah, so he’s entered his terrible two’s a little early has he?”  Oh God help me.  I’m not kidding, please, if you pray, pray for me.  I suddenly have no idea how to handle my son and I can’t abide the idea of just giving him everything he wants and yet I know that he needs a lot of grace because he’s going through as big of a change as the Rocket Scientist and I are but he has no understanding of what’s going on.  I have no idea how to balance that.  Especially when I’m so tired and stressed myself.

So today, we tried to go grocery shopping and Doodle started fussing, and not even that much, but suddenly I just couldn’t think straight, couldn’t wrap my head around trying to figure out what to buy when everything around me looked so foreign, how to get what we needed without spending too much money, how to cook with things that I’d never used before, and how to do that while getting Doodle to sit in his stroller (pushcart here) quietly and not need my constant attention for once.  In the end, I couldn’t do it, I took Doodle and we went home, leaving the Rocket Scientist to try and buy what we needed but only as much as he could carry because there’s still a good 5 block walk from the bus to our house.  What a disaster of a day.  I suppose I should stop hiding in my room and go downstairs and see what groceries he managed to get home.  I’m just not sure if I’m ready to be mommy again.

Okay, so now that that depressing post is done, my next one will hopefully be about our action-comedy-adventure trip to the UK.  Full of plot twists, tears, surprises, and chuckles.  Stay tuned.

Uh…Happy New Year, I guess…

So it’s ridiculous, I know, that I haven’t blogged in forever and even forever ago was to simply say I haven’t blogged in forever.  I’ve had an excuse, really I have.  We are finally out of our, staying with our wonderful friends, whose wireless internet I cannot access.  Don’t ask, long story.  So I’m highjacking her internet straight from the modem for this short time so I can let everyone know (my fantasy life consists of a whole boat-load of lurkers out there) that I am still alive.

We made it out of the apartment.  It took professional movers the entire day to pack up all my crap.  Granted, I had managed to pare it down quite a bit.  We got it down from 500 cubic ft in our estimate to 335 actual cubic feet.  Whew!  I wonder if I’ll even remember what all is in there by the time it arrives.  It’ll be like Christmas all over again.

We spent New Year’s Eve in our friends apartment, splayed out on the couch, completely exhausted from that day’s cleaning, packing up the remainder of things that were coming with us or getting shipped air freight, and driving out to our friends in the ‘burbs.  We watched the ball drop in New York and called it a night.

My mom was with us for another 4 days and we managed to do a lot and even relax a little during that time.  It was much harder to see her leave this time.  Before, it’s always been a bit of a given that we’d see her again in a few months, now that we’re going to be so much farther away, that’s not so sure a thing.  Doodle will have changed so much by the time she sees him again.  I’m just so glad that she was able to be with us during this time and help out so much with him.

Doodle had his 9 month check up yesterday and he’s still in the 90th percentile pretty much across the  board.  Apparently he should be leveling out now a bit.  I hope so, it would be nice to not have to buy new clothes every two months for this kid.

So now it’s 6 days and counting (7 if you look at the day we arrive as opposed to the day we leave).  Starting to get excited.  The biggest thing for me right now is just that we’ll be able to settle down and get my poor little man back on a schedule.  This last month has been really hard on him, he rarely gets sick and he’s had a stomach bug twice and now has a cold, mostly with the congestion in his chest.  Poor little mite.  And to avoid keeping entire households awake that have been kind enough to take us in, he’s been sleeping with me (did I mention the Rocket Scientist is on night shifts all this time?) and being nursed a couple times a night.  I look forward to getting him back on a schedule and getting him to sleep through the night.  We had been doing so well before all this moving around started so I’m confident we’ll get back to that pretty quickly.

Last thing before I head to bed:  Teeth!  Little man has been teething non-stop since the end of November.  His bottom teeth broke through sometime in October, then he had a bit of a break, end of November saw his top teeth come through, the fourth while we were in Calgary, and now he already has two more teeth on the bottom (that’s 6 in total for those of you keeping track) and now he’s working on the 7th up top with the 8th not far behind.  At this rate, he’s going to have a mouthful by the time he’s One.  Wow.  And I told you about the crawling right.  He’s getting to be quite speedy, and bold.  Yikes, have to do a bit of baby-proofing on the new house.  I’m also starting to get a little excited about all the shopping that awaits us, just don’t tell the Rocket Scientist ;).


I feel like I haven’t blogged in ages.  Oh! I guess that’s because I haven’t.  I’ve hardly had time to read email let alone the blogs I’ve been following and it’s usually in between phone calls or sorting or packing or selling yet another item that I thought I was keeping.  Even now, it’s 11:30 and in a few short hours (made even shorter by my little man’s constant night-wakings…seems the stress is getting to him, too) big, burly men will be coming to take away the scattered remains of my stuff.  The most glorious part in the midst of all this chaos is that I don’t actually have to pack anything, they’re doing that part for me.  I’ve always wanted someone else to do my packing for me (I’ve done a lot, a. lot. of moving in my day).  I have so much to say, I wish I’d been able to keep up with writing more of this experience down, I hope I’ll remember enough of it in the coming days to record some more of it cause it has been all manner of crazy.  One thing I know for sure: We have too. much. crap.  Oh well, I don’t have to pack it this time.  And I’m kind of looking forward to having it arrive in a couple months, it’ll be like Christmas in February, with a surprise in every box!  My grammar sucks, it’s time to go to bed.  More soon…