Having attended a concert and a comedian's show recently, I've decided that if I were Queen of the Universe, I'd outlaw warm-up acts.

My thoughts are with your husband's eyes (that sounds odd, I know). I've been having difficulties with mine, and my ophthalmologist up and died on me. Poor man. Definitely unexpected, and he hadn't made plans for a transition. All his staff were just out of work, as it is too expensive for new doctors to buy a practice outright. I'm going to have to break in a new doctor, and I'm very loathe to do so. We only have two in town, and I don't like one, so I better like the other!