Things Are Looking Up

I'm back and badder than ever. My plumber just left (my plumber,I love the way that feeds my elusive, illusory sense of security). He hasn't finished, but there are no sounds of dripping water anywhere in my house. When I sent out desperate little notices that I'd be unreachable by computer, my cousin in San Diego sat down and wrote me a nice long letter, on elegant stationery, with a fountain pen. He is the one in the family with class and style.
Coming up tomorrow : a minor shopping coup, and photos.