Bert, snuggliest (and bravest) of the cats, provides therapy for my Saturday migraine. Cleopatra is at my right foot, willingly receiving massages from my toes on her hindquarters. My girls are the best comfort when I feel dizzy and nauseous. Wow, I hope I spelled that right, but again: migraine, there are worse things to suffer than poor spelling. At least I am comforted by a calm cat and dog! I am wishing I could be at the wedding shower of my dear friends Mike Kechisen and Jen Cole. Have a beautiful day, Lovebirds. Wish I could be there. Canton's a bit far to drive solo from Cleveland Heights with faulty vision and a train spike through my left temple.