This is a strange what, epiphany? revelation? conversion? I'm experiencing here.

My previously etched-in-stone negative opinion regarding pads is blowing up in my face. First LeFusil's, beauty, now Dewey's....

My sciatica prevents me from jumping up and down and yelling HALLELUJAH! but I am feeling my knees starting to bend, whether from weakness or reverence I cannot yet say.