Once again, I'm having computer trauma. The kids p.c. has a toasted video card it seems. This is not my diagnosis, of course. I am a true technology moron. Martin is the computer doctor at the house. And we'll try to breathe enough life back into this one that it can make the move to my new place in just over a week.
So don't take it personally if I'm not responding to your correspondence. I'll try to hit the library daily to keep up on things, and the home siuation will likely be resolved before too long. Just know that I am busy getting ready for the move, working, exercising and cooking. Same as it ever was.