I’m sure you don’t care how my neighbor’s gall bladder is faring. You don’t know her after all. I don’t know her very well myself. Yet, after seeing her in the lobby and asking her the standard “How are you doing?” greeting, I was treated to a briefing on her last doctor’s appointment, and the fact that said gall bladder needed removing. Arrggghhhh!!! I’ve got to start charging by the hour, no, by the minute. I’d make a fortune just by walking downstairs to check the mail!