As you well know, my dearest husband has been gallivanting all over the Southeast for the past two weeks singing and playing to his heart's content.  Meanwhile, back home, things have gone from bad to worse. It seems that I have plunged headfirst into my utmost state of deep despair and utter loneliness. Friends, I have a confession. I can hardly bear to type it, but it's true–I have taken a new bedfellow.

 I know, I know–it's bad and it's wrong and I should be ashamed of myself. But dark times call for desperate measures.