Weird to see my husband laid up and in pain. He's usually never still, always moving, working, fixing, building, talking, a major putzer...NOT putz...putzer..a big difference. After reconstructive foot surgery he's been taken down, but he'll be back up in a few weeks. He's going to take this time to figure out what he wants to be when he grows up. One of my goals as well. I realized the other day, after a half century of living, that I have really never had a job I've enjoyed (and I've had many). That's pathetic, yes?