So did you ever go to the doctor, perhaps for a regular check-up when you were younger or when you were older and had a sore throat? The doctor would pull out a tongue depressor and say something like: “Open wide and say Aaahhh…”?

The first of the month and the day was spent clearing out a lot of junk from my home office. Funny how quickly dust settles in and gets EVERYWHERE along with the cat and dog hairs; we get busy, there are other priorities and only so many waking hours in the day. But then there is a catalyst, a spark that motivates you (what phase is the moon in...) am I alone here?