I have had tonsillitis since last Thursday. I have lost my voice and am super cranky. Apparently, ripping out a pool does not make one get any better any faster. Ammon has banished me from everything but napping. I should be ecstatic, right? Yet somehow the satisfaction of wasting time is not so satisfying when it's been mandated. So my poor hubbie, poor girls, poor doggie, poor house, and poor yard have been severely neglected. So far only the flowers have died.