Fine, Fine, Fine

Let me start by saying we're fine. We're better than fine, actually, and I'm saying this up front to make sure I don't accidentally build a whole bunch of dramatic tension based on a wrong assumption, only to have the payoff be that we're fine. The dogs are fine, our stuff is fine, everybody's fine. Fine, fine, fine. Oh, wait, I imagine the idiots I sent to jail last night aren't fine. But too fucking bad for them. To recap, last night I was up in my office around midnight doing the final ema...