let's make a deal, Barb, my professorial pal...

you get to neener when I'm laying like a wet dishrag, semi-comatose during the 98% humidity, 98 degrees days of May, okay?

Dec. Jan. and Feb. in the tropics are heavenly... the swarms of mossies are gone, the invasions of termites and ants are over, and it's peaceful, calm, cool, and temperate....

large flocks of Aztec parakeets are swooping overhead, and cackling merrily, the plantains are ripening, and hurricane season is OVER... so lemme *enjoy* it a bit...