There's a stooorm a-brewin' outside. Hurricane Danny, to be exact. Heh, I live with a hurricane Danny every day, heh. Just kidding. Danny is marvelously organized and I'm more of a hurricane. His usual gripe with me is that I take off my shoes anywhere/everywhere and I leave cups in every corner of the apartment. I have always done this; I know people hate it. But I also kind of imagine my great-grandchildren one day saying things like "ol' gran Hillary loved to leave cups everywhere.... every time I see a cup, I think of her."