Many of you will remember my blogs, which included some personal stories at my own expense - and you probably remember my best imaginary friend, Dear Me! I remember several years back, I was visiting my Mom, and working on my laptop while Mom was doing her usual stuff in the kitchen. She had a soundtrack for her stuff. Everything she was doing was being narrated by her as she went. It went something like this: “This pan should have been put away over there.. oh, I see… it won’t fit unless I move the rest of these things… do I have time to do this whole rearrange before my lunch date?” And so on … and on.