Like a duck in hunting season...

...I was shot down. At least, I'm 90% sure I was. The other 10% is just unquenching optimism that I'm reading this all wrong. In other words, it's denial. Not very happy about it, really. Not at all.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about this later, with a Rube-induced philosophical twist, but right now I'm still letting things play out. No fat ladies have sung yet...