Okay, I'll admit it, this waiting is killing me. I know, I know, I need to stay busy, not think about my P3, it being just one of hundreds stacked on a pallet in the bowels of some ship somewhere in the middle of an ocean. I understand that and I have stayed busy; I have painted the fence, not once, but twice, and have even been reduced to painting the TRELLIS! Believe me, things have to be bad when, just to keep your mind off something, you're prepared to paint twenty yards of wooden trellis with a 1" brush! Did it help? Not a bit. I even resorted to weeding the garden, an act that resulted in my better half, with a look of mounting concern on her face, feeling my forehead for signs of fever. This waiting for confirmation of shipping is pure torture. Even my dogs are suffering now. Fit and filled with boundless energy, I have walked them so often to take my mind off the Phantom, they now hide in the kennel when they hear me coming. I started to weaken at the beginning of this week, convincing myself that the Inspire wasn't that expensive after all; and that, if I ordered it immediately, with it already being in stock, I could be up and flying a new bird with all of the Phantom 3's attributes in a couple of days. Well, maybe not a couple of days. After She Who Must Be Obeyed found out, I might be able to fly it in a couple of days, splinted fingers and a swollen shut eye allowing, but the swelling and bruising would take at least a week to subside. I decided the Inspire route wasn't such a good plan after all. Try as I might to convince myself otherwise, I knew in my heart of hearts that she'd see through the lie that the new Inspire was, in fact, my old P2V and that, using some old plastic broom handles, I had cleverly converted it to look like a Clingon Bird of Prey. The retractable undercarriage would have given it away. I'm clever, but I'm not that clever. And the mention of a broom handle might just have given her an even better idea...(wincing). So I now find myself here, in this virtual room, in this chair, confessing to you all that I have a problem, that I am now an officially registered P3 phantomoholic, and that it's threatening to take over my whole life, that this waiting for news of delivery is..is...it's no use, I'm gonna have to take the dogs for another walk...now what did I do with that paintbrush...ROVER...FIDO...!