...but these days, I'm great. The term "whirling dervish" comes to mind. One thing that every single friend who's come to visit has commented on is the fact that I am no longer capable of sitting still, even for a minute - I'm constantly running from room to room picking things up, putting things down, straightening, adjusting, fixing, feeding, pouring, stirring, turning off, turning on...

It's kind of exhausting.

It makes me do things like accidentally start bouncing a bag of dog food on my hip while waiting on line at the grocery store (this happened).

But it's also the only way to get everything done.