I just got a call from my wife to tell me that when she got home there was a package from Alt.Kilt sitting on the front stoop. Now I can't concentrate. I might as well tell the boss I'm going home sick because I've got the shakes knowing there is a fix waiting. Luckily they know about my addiction, don't understand but know. I guess I'll have to wait a couple of more hours before I can try on the art of Jeanie's hand. Pictures to follow.