wow. It is scary to think about isn't it? And it's odd, too. The number of Saturday nights I worried about you, and now you are seeing it from a whole different vantage point. You have come a l...o...n...g way, Donna. This isn't going to be the end. I hope the coon isn't rabid, so you don't need the shots. But the worst that will happen is that you will take the shots. And then life will go back to normal. Whatever that is!
