Your songs of pain are so....errr...."gripping" that Edith Piaf herself would be "P"-ed off with jealosy at your ability to express tragedy. I DO miss the lamented, departed InterVenus DeMilo's "hands off policy" to therapy (and her prosthetic arms made great back scratchers), but I'll try to find what little comfort I can from the admistrations from your seldom-spared rod and your highly-trained staff, which is where I must have gotten this Staff Infection.
You are quite the muse, and I haven't heard anyone's muse in the background since my cat died.....