It Appears to be Groundhog Day

Chris and I had some sanitizing to do after we both cuddled the downstairs neighbors' ill-cared-for cat who was roaming the stairwell unattended, only to learn he had severe pink eye. We led the poor cat home to the 1st floor apartment, and had to wash our hands and arms in rubbing alcohol, then sanitize the doorknob and anything else we had touched. I had pink eye once, caught from my former assistant's oozing rug rat. No more, thanks.

Okay, so you didn’t need to know that.

One of my oldest and dearest friends had a birthday yesterday, and I missed it. I didn’t actually forget – I thought about it about 12 times yesterday, but never when I was near a computer. Caught up, was I, in the little micro-cyclone that is my life. If you looked up "Mare's Life" in the dictionary, the illustration would offer a whirling funnel cloud infused with airborne cows, farm houses ripped from their foundations, and wicked witches on bicycles.

Chances are you did know that.