Just what the hell is going on here. I can’t get the hang of this thing, still after four months. I get a bit settled and then, like a flash, they’re up and moving about. And before I know it, I’m sitting on her lap and we’re moving again, down the highway, and I”m looking out the picture window. I have no idea what this is all about. All I know is that it seems as if every time I wake up, I’m in a different place. And all I can think of is all that stuff I have buried on the side of the house and trotting up the street so each and every neighbor can give me goodies. Ahh! The old days are gone I think.