Unlike a "sick" phone call to dear Krucoff (and may we all forever hold that lad near to our racks, 'cause he saved our wounded asses), the dearth of content this morning has nothing to do with the state of our lungs or livers. Instead, we're experiencing some classic tech difficulties, thus preventing us from delivering the typical dose of cuddly dementia and diuretic wit. Our apologies for inconveniencing any procrastinating you had planned.