My wildest party was a 1975 New Year's Eve party, and it was a great deal of fun. That's all I will say about it.
My father continues to improve, and he came through the kidney scan quite well; he's staying in hospital to continue IVs and we hope he will be released on Thursday.
Re BUNGLA BOOT, or - as I prefer - Hill House: it's getting a bit weirder. Last night, the ghost knocked over my Fed Ex carton of BABES scores, which made me jump, and gave me reason to sleep with the lights on. This morning, while I sat in the bedroom putting on on a sock, the other one disappeared while my attention focused on the foot I was dealing with. I think the little boy wants to play. I want the sock back.