Would you run to the middle of this alley, touch that box, then run back out? On our recent Mental Health Day, Dear Husband assigned me this task as 'punishment' for snubbing a dear elderly lady who was taking out her trash as we walked by. I didn't mean to snub her, of course you know I was dying to step into her screened-in porch and chat a while. At least a dozen questions were poised on the tip of my tongue! But there she was, living smack-dab in the middle of a tourist town, trying to do her household chores in privacy. So I imagined, as I forced myself to walk by without ogling her from the sidewalk. Not so My Wonderful Man, who smiled, waved, and exchanged greetings with her. Out of earshot, he asked, "Why did you snub that sweet old lady???"(You must imagine his most disappointed/mocking/horrified voice.) He rejected all my explanations regarding privacy and assigned this task as an act of atonement: run down that alley and touch that box. I've lightened the photo so you can see the box, but it was much darker and scarier than this. It was!