Crank it up. The Marley that is. Sure but then I don’t have any. I’ll have to pretend later because well it doesn’t really matter that you made the right time. It never does because. Because why not? Because it’s too damn early in the day as far as I’m concerned. Why couldn’t this cliché time been like 7:11 (with the obvious link to the cure for what happens next) or even better 10:11 (with the odd nod to Mr. Mom saying 220, 221 whatever it takes)?