Oh oh! I just opened this thread and reached for my cup, absentmindedly forgetting the swollen arthritic knuckles and, for the fourth time in a few days, spilled hot tea. Even though I had placed my cup on a folded towel and the clean up would be simple and quick, I hollered very loudly.

Within one second... doorbell. Yup. A mother and daughter, with those pamphlets about the guy I "hollered to". I almost burst out laughing when the very first thought entered my mind as I opened the door... what a coincidence! I was just praying.

Right. Another towel and more tea.