Dear Ferret Folks- What an amazing few weeks it's been. The husband kicked the old computer to death. (I don't blame him, we had a hateful virus and I wanted to do the same but he beat me to it.) Then I hurt my knee jogging, (Piece of advice--don't run unless you are being chased) and spent a week with a cane, followed by two weeks on crutches. (With no computer. MISERABLE!) Then my mother had surgery and came to visit for a week. My Mother *hates* ferrets. (Oboy.) The new computer is here, my knee is a million times better. No more crutches. Life was looking good, even though my Mother was compelled to spend about six hours every day watching Fox News. (Bleaughh!!!) Life was looking very good.Too good, apparently. I think maybe I thrive on crisis. So yesterday, just to ratchet up the pressure, I accidently slammed my left index finger in the door of my husband's huge pick up truck. Right when I had a writing job for the new Ferret's Magazine website. Writing, as in typing. (Oboy, again.) Got that done with nine fingers, dropped Mom off at her house this morning. Sat down to look at my ten million e-mails. (My guest room is my computer room, so I was barely on line during my Mom's visit, and not at all when waiting for the new computer.) It occurs to me that my address book is still wrapped inside the guts of the computer that my husband executed! I am hoping that if you are one of the people used to hearing from me, you will write me so that I can add your e-mail to my new address book! Plleeeeease, I miss you! Where is Al the Spook? Kim Fox and her psychic powers? Julie Coddington, she of the wonderful brownies? Spring is here and it is a feast for the soul, but I miss my ferret friends. It's not the same without you. Alexandra in MA [Posted in FML 5965]