At the worst possible time, our flawed but mostly loveable heroine is struck down by what can only be called, the Nasty. Anything in her life that once qualified as an activity has been postponed until further notice. The only verbs that now figure into her once robust existence are ones that you really don’t want to hear about. So I will spare you. My homeopathic Austin hippie meds seem to be working the best. If this happens to you, proceed straight to Herb Bar for the healing magic. I’m not kidding.