Well, where is Lassie when you need her?

I’ve stayed away from this blog for a couple of days because we had some treachery happen and I really don’t want to write about it on this public forum. (The Hell I don’t; I want to let my let my razor tongue extend its essence into my fingers. Might be hard on the keyboard, come to think of it.) Anyway, no one is dying,  And I don’t think it’s so bad I need Lassie to pull us out of a well; however, if Lassie could just come and push a certain person of interest down the well, I might call 911 because it is the – oh, how sometimes this gets on my nerves – the SIGH right thing to do.