I'm having trouble typing at the moment, because there is a very large gray cat parked squarely between me and the keyboard. He does not appear inclined to move at the moment. It's like trying to type with a sack of concrete sitting on your bladder - if a sack of concrete purred like a broken chainsaw and shed hair like a Yak with the mange that is.
So, until I reclaim my desktop, have some Warren Zevon
If I had a theme song, this would be it: