Well I am back. After three weeks of working seven days a week because, my counterpart the owner's son had a breakdown, I have been exhausted. Plus my new doctor, a dreamboat, prescribed me pills to combat what he said was an underlying depression. Also, my computer screen died and I finally got a new, fabulous one.

This posting will be short due to the time (season at the house has begun, and there are boys sleeping on the living room floor, because the four bedrooms are full), but I have some bad news. The Baroness Seitzinger (living it up in London), must be informed that her precious pig committed suicide in the shower. Devoid of love, hounded by Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish, and forced to read and see The Baroness's incessant email rants and pictures, thought there was only one way out. I have been close to the same end, but I know I must keep the club going.