However I may have succumbed to starvation by then. She is a beehive of activity, cleaning, organizing, making reservations and provisioning, provisioning, provisioning, but for the minor omissions of a) providing *me* with a sufficiency of cookies at times when these are clearly warranted, and b) purchasing *my* food. I’m actually a little worried about her. It’s going on two weeks since my last bath, she attempted to launder several improbable items, the garburetor makes alarming noises, and she and Dr. Anne only doped out last week that they could position me with the bad knee on the doctor side.
Should she be driving a car?