After years of seclusion and isolation, the feral child of Marietta, Georgia, emerged from her home, stumbling about on all fours, frothing at the mouth and chewing on dry cat food. It would seem she was ready--ready to rejoin society. Before she was whisked off to London to be taught manners and told to sit up straight, her husband came to the rescue and assured all the media that he would be responsible for her grooming and well-being. It would seem there is a happy story to this particular hermit, left in a house for years, and grooming herself like a cat. Obviously, her standard of hygiene suffered throughout the days of seclusion, but we're working on that.
Good news! I am leaving the house today for the first time in about five days! I'm alive! I'm well (kind of). And I'm meeting my two bestest friends for coffee, knitting, gossip, and commiserating!

That is all I have to report. It feels good to leave the house and have a reason to take a shower. And maybe (just maybe) put on makeup. Well. That might be asking too much, right now.