It was Saturday, August 13, 2011 and I had the morning off from the clinic. In fact, I had the whole weekend off, which was a rare treat. I hummed a little ditty to my cat Martha as I opened a can of gourmet cat food for the tiny critter. Her stub of a tail quivered with excitement as she wolfed down the three ounces of foul smelling stuff. I was looking forward to mowing my patch of lawn and sitting in the hammock on my deck. Martha had plans for my lap later in the afternoon.

    I put a few potatoes, several carrots and a whole chicken in my slow-cooker with a carton of organic chicken broth and knew I wouldn't have to cook again for the whole weekend. Now Martha was the one humming.

    I was just slipping into my favorite pair of shorts when my phone vibra...

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