I guess this falls under the state of everything, though mostly it's just the state of me. So, you may have noticed, there's a pandemic going on. People are dying. Me, I'm more or less holed up in my house and have been, so that has a whole other thing happening. A couple of things. So, when the pandemic started, lo these many months ago, I was in the best shape I had been for years, which is not saying much, but which is saying something. My husband had been in England for 6 weeks, and then, I forget, 2 more or something, and so I was in charge of running the house. Literally keeping the home fires burning. Taking out the garbage. If I needed something from somewhere, I had to go get it instead of sending my errand boy. As I recall, my eating had morphed, without the tyranny of three squares, or something like that. At the very end, I gave up my bedtime snack and that was hard. I love eating at night. So then, pandemic. Stay home. Feel really sorry for you...