Okay, pretty palpitating tapping even after I got the Valentine issue straightened out. The bread maker ain't a dude but just another machine that sits on the kitchen counter. M says I'm getting too old to handle multiple flipper floppers. Told her I was just all jumpy from reading the Maple Trader way too early in the year. I mean jeepers, outta nowhere guys are all firing up RO's, Plainfield has a maple cotton candy complex, Red Roof has gone Cupertino, SweetSap has a frigging BUBBLER and I don't even dare look to see what new haul vehicles the Andover proletariat has acquired or figure out what equipment Amber Gold hasn't updated - I'm thinking maybe his drill, nope he's got Alden on that - while all I got is 140 new gravity taps and I busted butt just to highwire them over the Tucker trail. M says it all sounds more like anxiety from the shingles medicine but who knows?