That’s the name of a fancy Hospital/Rehab facility less than 2 miles form my house. Once in a blue moon we get a call from the cops saying that a “suspicious” person is walking in the vicinity of xxx road and please stay inside and lock the doors. That is code for patient on the loose. Last night’s call was on the late side (for an early riser) and I kept hearing things go bump in the night all night long. Usually they call again when the “situation” is under control. No call yet. So I’m practicing at home, but lack of sleep is not the only reason. Yesterday I had a food tantrum and decided to bake scones at around 4PM because I had seen a photo of an FB friend’s tea time in India, which snowballed into a huge craving after my 7 mile walk. I made a dozen and ate 5 for “dinner”. I spent the night digesting the glue used to make Papier Mache, and wondering if the patient prowling the neighbohood was a celebrity, or somebody’s, kid, and hoping the problem was alcohol and not meth, you know, constructive useful thoughts like that. March: not a stellar month in the annals of my practice, even with AYC, thrown in.