Ben and I are here in very sunny Palm Springs hanging out with my parents. Ben is in heaven. They have a pool and he gets tons of attention from his grandparents. He is oh so very happy. I, on the other hand, am a big lump. I am nice and relaxed, but my conversational abilities are nonexistent. When did this happen? Suddenly when I have no work, dishes or laundry to do I am at a loss for what to do with myself. I just stare into space and hope that my parents don't think I have had a lobotomy.