Nights like last night make me want to crawl under a rock and ignore those family obligations we all have to put up with. My sister and her husband are separating. It’s not been pretty. Last night I got to go help her pack dishes, clothes, books and anything else her husband deemed she could have. It was fun, let me tell ya. My sister had packed nothing, so we had to run around like maniacs … wrapping dished, throwing things into boxes. She was wired and kept fussing at me because I didn’t have a lot to say about the whole thing. The husband called while we were there and they spent the next 30 minutes yelling at each other. Bad thing about this is that their three-year-old daughter is caught in the middle of all this. Grrrrr. I get to go back again tonight and help move some furniture that he is letting her have. I am looking so forward to it.