It has been way too exciting a day for a woman on no sleep.  Well, not very much sleep.  I went to bed at an acceptable Saturday-night-before-Sunday-morning-service-ring hour but . . . I have all these books on my bed.  I get into bed and . . .  and there are all these books.  And they look at me.  And they make little friendly murmuring noises.  Last night I got involved in a quest for a remedy for an old homeopathic client* and this is research I love and that I don't do as much of as I...