Judy, it's good to hear the mind is back in action, even if the body isn't yet. Hopes for an escape from therapyhell as soon as possible. Meanwhile, we'll do our best to keep this little escape hatch cozy for you. As I type, the cat I'm minding for a friend crawls over the keyboard; the trouble with working on powerbook on the floor in a borrowed apartment. It's a good cat, but doesn't seem to know what to do with the respond/pass prompt. she wanders off to checkout the view from the window instead. Today, there's not much for her to see. It's a grey, muggy day in Boston, hot and about 5000 percent humidity. The homeless guys outside the Y across the street look like wilted plants growing on the steps. She climbs back out of the window, past the shrine to Marilyn, over the sega Game-boy and the TV, and back across the mshjd keyboard on her way to the kitchen in search of food. Enough of this computer for today, she sniffs in passing...