Money laundering. To get a laugh, I’m reduced to this now. We did the laundry on the road trip. It was long due. Colleen’s jeans never go more than a day without a wash. She was positively overjoyed to do the wash. And lo! There! Right on the rack! Fresh out of the wash. There was our bankroll. I could add a religious adjective and probably get objections that I was not PC. You figure. And we got a lot of laughs that we were laundering money. I’m no Russian oligarch… far from it.