After looking out my window this morning and seeing 3 inches of "white stuff" and then watching what appeared to be cheerleading practice via the web cam, I am officially now on suicide watch. I asked Barbara to check on me every 15 minutes. The web cam is a torture devise. I would rather be waterboarded than to have to look at that little but big enough picture screen of palm trees swaying in the breeze. I thought every day was so long waiting for someone to call to show the house, watching that web cam makes every day now an eternity. I pray the good Lord can see, I need to be in TV!