Yes, my life appears to be a country western song. I start my chorus by getting sick, then I got dizzy, fell down the stairs and broke my shoulder, and now now my dog ran away. I would say that on the scale of 1-10, my last 7 days are like about a 2. I never think it can’t get worse, that’s why it is not a 1. Actually, if I could get Mrs. Genuine to go into labor while my arm is in this sling and I have just taken my pain medication, that could just be the icing.