Well, here’s a dandy little glitch in the works. The Husband (who is leaving with me to be my caregiver) skiied with the kids yesterday and woke up in the middle of the with a knee this size of a cantaloupe and screaming pain! Can you say nervous breakdown for me? I was in tears in the middle on the night (he didn’t know it) as he sucked down Motrin and iced his knee. My brain launched into all kinds of alternate plans, who can take care of me in Wisconsin??? This cannot be happening!