I have the mother of all backaches. My legs feel like they aren't my legs. They don't move when I say move. I discovered that the snack we had last night has reappeared all over my hands. It seems to be made of some alien material - a material that earthly soaps and solvents cannot penetrate. I discovered I got up sometime in the middle of the night, cut a piece of chocolate cake and left it in the plate on the counter, untouched, with a little toy hammer beside it. What does that mean? Tonight I am Naaman. Once again in Norm's robe. I really need to have this thing washed for him. The kids are great!