This week, I have been cleaning my house—the rooms that matter, anyway. We’re having a reception for my daughter, Nikki, and her new husband, Thomas, next weekend. My granddaughter, Sabria’s, toys have pretty much taken over the living room, so I decided they needed a new place to live. You know how that goes, in order to clean up one space, you must first clean up another space to store what you want to move from the first space; then stuff in the second space has to be moved, so you’ve got to clean up a third space, yadda, yadda, yadda. It’s maddening!