The Virgin Queen is in repose. We have compromised, reached a de'tant, are mutually satisfied with the terms of the current "treaty" worked out with such finesse by Lady Sybil. We are bound by the arbirdtration (ok, I seem to be bound.... the jury's still out on Her Royal Highness) me to leave her only in partial darkness (only half her cage is covered and only the window behind her cage has the drapes drawn) and she to maintain her current eggless condition....and neither of us has to wear a cone-shaped hoop skirt or any other birdzarrely shaped apparatus! I am, herewith, cautiously optimistic that the only eggs I shall be dealing with for the moment are the ones in my fridge. I am now free to, in the words of the bumper sticker I saw in a parking lot the other day; "Mind your (or in this case MY) own damn uterus!"  Catchy isn't it? So, since my uterus has gone out to pasture and is actively seeking a life without activity..... I'm thinking I'm in the clear.........And now to the heavy stuff.........Bear called the other night and told me he thought he was having anxiety attacks on the field. He thought it was "tired" and "stressed" and worried that he had made me angry. I thought a little differently and told him he MUST go to a Dr first thing in the morning and he should call me on the cell at work to tell me what had been prescribed.... thus I would know for certain that he had actually gone. His BP is 160/110 and he was prescribed a blood pressure med and given nitro in case he has any more "anxiety" attacks. I have made an appointment with our Dr (and I LOVE this man) whom I trust quite literally with both our lives and Bear will see him next Friday for a complete work-up. It turns out that Utah (the state he's currently working in) is the second best state in the country (our own state of WA is first) for cardiology care and myDr.'s nurse is from there and gave me the names of the ER's he should go to if he has ANY other attacks..........So becareful what you say to your spouse. I've been telling mine for MONTHS that I was going to start actively planning for his death because he's in such bad shape and only recently did he finally stop smoking. It's ironic that I've been teaching a nutrition unit because it gave me the opportunity tocalculate his BMI (body-mass index) and his ISAWFUL! The reality is that he's been a smoker for over 25yrs, is 100 pounds overweight and is far enough out of shape that getting up and down our staircase gets him out of breath...... I don't think he truly understands how much his life is going to have to change....... not to mention his eating habits.....So I've been fighting a headache that wants to become a migraine since yesterday morning and I need to get it beaten into submission soon as I have NO intention of spending a three day week-end on a fainting couch of my own! But I wish I knew how to bring up the subject of mortgage insurance with him without sounding like a ghoul. My reality in this is that this is a 2 income house we are living in and although he might be able to swing it for a couple of months on his own, I wouldn't even have the time to get it on the market and wait for it to sell........You know....... I think I need to get off the computer and get outside. I'll be back tonight.........