Over to you, readers. A final gripe:

I’m taking my stuffed head home for another jolt of Sudafed, my wife having successfully jumped through the hoops necessary in Arkansas to buy this behind-the-counter non-prescription drug menace. I got a bag of them on a ship last week without producing ID, proof of other prescription business, a doctor’s note or interrogation. Which was nice, though I understand the concerns about shake-and-bake meth labs that have caused the barriers.