Somewhere, there is a lot going on,but not where I sit. I thought this as I drove almost all by myself down a near country road coming home from the grocery store and it is still true as I sit here at this table and type, surrounded by two dogs, and two cats who seem to think that it is time, once again, for a snack; these animals have not figured out that it is I who decides when it is time for a snack, and not them.