Well, I have internet at home now, so I'm inclined to take this up again, though at the moment I'm at Barnes and Noble in Burnsville flipping between reading a biography of Paul Newman (75% off, so it was only a couple of bucks!) and this slow internet connection. In just a few days I, along with my sisters, will be in Washington, D.C. Our first "Sister's Vaca." I'm excited to go, but nervous. I'm always nervous. Always anxious. I often feel it's my defining quality, though I think only Marv knows how bad it is. We often joke about my habit of fretting all night instead of sleeping. The other day, we were talking about my dissertation for my PhD in Fretology. My professor's name was Frederick Fretterer. I did a comparative study including four groups: Fretters with nothing to fret about, fretters with things to fret about, non-fretters with things to fret about, and my control group: Non fretters with nothing to fret about. Is it any wonder that my household now includes a ferret? I think it's not a coincidence.