Test. Test. Testtesttest. I am waaaaaaay too tired to be fussing with FTP settings, but here I go. Argh. And the longer this gets, the worse the time I’m having. And it’s certainly getting longer. Take, um, eight. (Mail’s working again.) Nine. Ten. Eleven. (And why is it I didn’t pick up supper or something before I walked into the house and found this mess?) Twelve. (Not so fast on the mail, sparky — receiving only, not sending.) Thirteen. (Okay, all email operational — and stacking up while I futz with this foolish thing.) Fourteen. Fifteen. Success!