I'm about as far from bored as you can be. I have tons to do. Back working on my History of Ireland and History of England journals at the moment, as well as writing Christmas stories. But occasionally my brain springs a leak and this stuff all spills out, and you guys just got caught in the backwash. I actually sung that "My Way" (or, if you prefer "One's Way") for Karen using her ever-so-English Teddy Bear Barney. She loved it. Well, she had no choice really; she's stuck there isn't she? What's she going to do, run away?
