staring into my dog’s eyes at length. Molly, There is a relationship between reading, reading specifications, and staring into dog eyes, though some prefer cow, cat or goat eyes. Billy Collins, our poet laureate, stares into his dog's eyes a lot and tells us about it in his poems... a sort of "romance" without the confusion of human mates. Ask Sharpshooter if this is not suspect. I admit, though, that I have always found staring into a dog's eyes, or watching ants labor at an anthill, or mesmerizing over the large orange spot tacked on the study wall that I got when I purchased my Urea Geller Psychic Development kit, more substantive and emotionally rewarding than reading project specifications. Nevertheless, reading specifications is a hazard of our careers, leastways those of us who feel compelled, by Calvinist ethics or merely half-brained curiosity, to actually read the specifications, unlike our fellow contractors who proudly admit their illiteracy, that we best need to develop great skill in deciphering not only what is intended, but how to improve upon the intentions of a curious race of beings, or professionals as some insist, that appear to more readily see dimensional space in the recesses of their heads, and that they have this physical hallucination to a degree that their visions flash away many many times quicker and easier than they can assemble a coherent sentence. Let me tell you… ][<en