*sings to the tune of Happy Birthday* Happy birthday to you… We’re getting off-topic… But you are the admin… Uh, what rhymes with topic? I don’t know, so this is the end of the song.
“She could see the glow of the fire, but she could not feel its warmth. It was like gazing in at a window, from the cold outside, at a forbidden room she could never enter again.” -- Elizabeth George Speare,