[John]

Thanks, Jack.

It took a bit of looking but actually, not too much. My mother used to get pissed at me for the same thing: not seeing what's in front of my eyes. She'd send me to the cellar for something and we'd spend the afternoon yelling at each other. "It's on the middle shelf right in front of you," she'd say.

"No it's not," I'd yell back.

But sure enough. . .