So, the Human returned just before midnight--I was prostrate with hunger and loneliness. But she went to bed anyway, and when she got up this morning she made short shrift of brushing and feeding me before taking off for a stoopy baseball game featuring the National League West cellar-dwellers, The San Francisco Giants, who lived up (down) to their reputation and suffered yet another loss, bringing them to a 52-65 record, thirteen games behind the division-leading Dodgers. Sigh. I tried to remind her I was home waiting for her. Can you see how?