Ah, the persistence of memory or, when the brain stops working, it still works some wonders. I was watching a certain movie a few days ago and the phone rang in the other room. Usually, I let the machine take it, but I was waiting for some important medical info to roll in. So I lowered the TV sound, ran to the living room, answered the call and heard what I needed to hear, then made a call myself to check something related.
That took, what? Maybe seven or eight minutes? I didn’t pause the film I was watching like I sometimes do, so that comes into play here (you’ll see). Was it good or bad news? That, as they say, is CLASSIFIED (well, for the moment).