Good morning, all! I was awake at 4:30am, going through a ROBERTA anxiety attack - are six sessions enough? how many numbers are in the stage band? - then I nodded and dozed until 6:15 and figured what the hell, so I am up and on my first cup of coffee.
Today is an apartment day: laundry, clean the apartment, put away all the 2012 tax crap, mop and vacuum. When all of that's over, I can watch the rest of ANNA KARENINA and maybe begin the BBC version of HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY. I like the John Ford movie, but it's not very faithful to the actual novel. I guess MGM figured after all of the constant turmoil and tragedy in the book, and it's a loooong book!, that at least Maureen O'Hara's character needed a happy ending. Doesn't she end up with Walter Pigeon's character? In the novel, they miserably go separate ways.
DR Vixmom, between my eyes and your typing, I read that you were taking your body to the van shop. If it works for you, I'm taking mine in.
At this moment I have nothing else to report.