Since the doctor prohibited me from using the stairs and from carrying anything heavy or my daughter Mikee, we are now staying at a room on the first floor. Aside from surfing, I just watch TV all day (complete with home theater sconces) but cable reception is bad here downstairs so all I watch are the local shows. So no wonder one song kept playing on my mind “I hate the way you walk. Hate the way you talk…And this crazy love, crazy love…” Need I say more?