Doh. And I forgot to mention that Rick, though at Disneyland, appears to have developed a spectacular case of food poisoning on Saturday, which led him back to the hotel, which was thankfully the Candy Cane Inn. He took a nice 7 1/2 hour nap, but still didn't feel much better, even though his guts had been fairly turned inside out. So if you see Rick this week, take pit on him. He had to drive all the way home with a grumbly tummy on Sunday.