Myself. I could use the alone time to sit and ponder and sing Judy Garland songs. Bliss.

In the immortal words of George Carlin: ‘Tra tra tra boom dee-ay; did you get yours today? I got mine yesterday. That’s why I walk this way.’ A big ole Happy Birthday to you…but, please, can the Viva Viagra commercials. Either that, or bring ZZ Top (back) in to serade us with their rendition. Now that I’d watch.

My cat…because if she’s up, why aren’t you? I’d like to know where Jane got her pillow speakers. What an awesome - and totally ear friendly - idea.

Should Silda leave her man? Absolutely. But not because of his infidelity - sadly, people cheat all the time -, nor because of his hypocracy - I think that’s a ‘built-in’ in politics, no? She should vamomos based purely on his stupidity. Any man of his position and, quite frankly, stupid enough to get on the phone, make a sex arrangement then actually meet the woman at the bar is far too dumb to be with a lovely and classy (and smart) lady like his wife. She deserves far better. And I trust she’ll take him to the proverbial cleaners (that said, hopefully there’s not a ‘blue dress’ involved). And pardon my naivety, but what does a dude get for $5,500 an hour, anyway?

‘JOAN: What is the biggest lesson you have learned? DIANE: Don’t be afraid of your own strength An amazing mantra. Thanks for sharing