They're about six feet away from me even now, my happy little OLD resting comfortably underneath an LSJ, but it's so much work to stand up better to embrace the technological age. Or something. (After a while even the morphological analysis tool stops seeming worth it: "fine, I'll just *work it out* on my own, then." And just as soon as you've hunted the form down in the recesses of the footnote to the appendix, the page loads. Oy. But I shall stop spamming you with the Lament of the Classicist now. Suffice it to say you have my deep sympathy. I mentioned I was sending over Sheppard with a back rub, right?)