Yeah. Everything’s shut down. Except everything but the national parks. Maybe, maybe we can scrape through this. Why I’ve prepared a musical interlude to facilitate the healing process.

We need soothing. We need comfort. Abatement of passion. I can provide that.

And we need to get our rhythm back. It’s not as hard as it seems.

All right. Maybe this isn’t going as well as I’d hoped. Maybe some actual emotion is still called for.

Okay, screw it. It’s still and always has been balls to the wall time. The Interlude ends with this.

Everybody ready to go back to work? Thought so.