Well, that wasn’t nearly as mutually painful as I had been dreading. The northern Cal people who were around the dinner table during a certain discussion this past Saturday night would be happy to know that changing the code is no longer necessary. I am once again in actual and constructive possession. Altho I really do feel bad that, as I told a friend earlier, I watched a grown-ass man cry and all I could think about was “I hope his tears and snot don’t drip onto me.” I’m going to hell.