I'm back.  When I got back the frist thing I did was get into hot bath with
the ferrets "helping".  Scooter apparently objected to my having all those
non-home smells on me, and draped himself over my head and dribbled piddle
into my hair.  Guess I've been officially "repaired" now.  Cant' wait for an
actual full night of sleep on our own bed with Woofer (Steve) right there
and no 5' long, ancient, puritan torture mattress killing my back.  At least
I got my 84 year old father to get off a ladder.  Gads!
[Posted in FML issue 2123]