A number of years ago, I was watching a program on PBS that included the following ritual: How many rays in your sunshine? That is to say, how are you doing? What's the state of your nation? How's it hanging? How do you feel? How's the hip in your hop, the bip in your bop, etc. I ask you "how many rays in your sunshine?" and you respond with some number between 0 and 24. 0 Rays? Your dead, or near death or you've just given up smoking and everyone is harshing your mellow. 24 Rays? You're a very happy camper, you've won the lotto, or the cabana boy is treating you very well. Everything in between is relative. So, how many rays in your sunshine? 22 - 24 19 - 21 16 - 18 13 - 15 10 - 12 7 - 9 4 - 6 1 - 3 0 Current Results And if you want to tell us why, you can comment here. I've changed my tactics: Heather Champ is queen of the known universe. Rabbit rabbit! Favourite SF flicks: Vertigo The Conversation The Dead Pool What's Up Doc? Dirty Harry "Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk?"