Dear Friends,
I was having a royal case of the DTs when, as you say, the pace was that of a snail. I do most of my work, under inspiration, in the wee hours and found myself most disconcerted and uttering oaths, not entirely under my breath. I had information of utmost urgency to pass on to an inquiring one, and Satan stood in my path.
Or was it simply the software? I dunno. I'm back and I'm happy. Why go out and enjoy the sunshine when I can play here?
CoCo