I've been a zombie/shambling mound/gelatanious cube the last few days. We've been overhauling the hardwood floors in 2 rooms and a hallway of our house. Oscillating sander, mineral spirits, 3 coats of finish with sanding in between each. It might have been the fumes but at one low/high point of Sunday evening I was trying to integrate the word "polyurethane" into Christmas carols, while sanding. Not recommended. Our living room looks like the prop room for Beyond Thunderdome. Auto biography, and pilot, at this point--but I hope to reconvene my Constitution convention at some point in the near future.