Well Dave, if you was Cajun and up at 4:30 AM, we would surmise you never went to sleep from last night. Might still be something in the gumbo pot on the stove.
The harness is installed and working. At least I haven't shorted anything out, everything on the car still works, and all of the pinouts look good with one exception. Pin 2 on the seven wire interface is just labeled as "trailer" and seems to do nothing. The Mopar instructions have one lead it up to the front of the car under various pieces of interior molding, but then just terminate it under the dash. I don't know it's purpose.
Now about that Cajun cooking, guy name Emerill on the food TV claims to be some kind of Cajun cook. Now Pennsylvania has some good points (scrapple, cheese steak sammers, and the like), but he's from Philly, which, for Cajun, is more stupid than a one eyed, three legged dog named "Lucky". You wanna teach Cajun cooking, you better have a name like Uncle Beadreau, it better be the name your mama gave you, and you're going to spend a lot more than one hour on a meal. God bless Aunt Veronique (vay-ron-NEEK) and Uncle Jean Beadreau for raising this Cajun boy right in California.
Hummm. Cajun. Dutch oven. Possibilities. Pass the file', please. (thet's ground, dried, sassafras leaves, for you, oh, well, nevermind).