This post is just for you, Susan. I kind of choke re-reading some of this, wondering how my erudite friend, Susan, will react. Then I remember, she knows me well enough to recognize that this blog is a pretty good reflection of me. A little ditzy, but I've come to accept me, warts and all. I mean, really, what else are you going to do when you get old? Whine about being less than perfect? Not being as good as everyone else in the world? Nah.