I asked Margie, and she said the cleaning women had done a good job. That's nice -- I doubt I'll go back there. I had bought toilet paper a couple of weeks ago, for the trailer (as there was only a partial roll). Haven't got it there yet -- it was in my car when I met the MMaids, but I just felt too lousy that day to struggle beyond my necessary struggle. Maybe I should pay teens to TP the car dealership whose shark-like salemen preyed on my mother. I'd've supported a war against them, rather than against Iraq. "Death of a Salesman" will become my favorite play. "Death to Car Salemen," my slogan.