Dear Lynda, I'm glad you're never wrong. I need a friend with unbounding
optimism, right now. Yes, the film crew has come and gone. They don't
take direction well, They spent the night and did what they wanted, not
what I had planned. And they interviewed me after breakfast, which is
the exact time I collapse, after three hours of heat and cooking and
waiting on guests and taking money and generally being "up". that's when
they chose to offically interview me, all sweaty and grumpy. But it went
well. They didn't want my husband or dog in the picture, but I said I
wouldn't do it without them, so they had to give in. We sat in a love
seat, and I felt relaxed as I cleaned the dogs paws and answered their
questions about what is so romantic about my place. And I kept my mouth
within the bounds of normalcy, I was really tempted to shoot off my
mouth with non-sequiturs ( yes, I know - what's that - an inference
that does not follow from the premises). It means I was good, and not
bad. Talk to you upon your return. Love, Sally