My friend, Charles, put this post on his site. He has turned off comments, so I’m forced to respond on my own site. How awful.

Charles, you’re not crazy. I do things in a specific order nowadays because I’ve found it just makes it easier to check if you’ve forgotten something. My order is wash hands, contacts, brush teeth. Yara has just informed me that I don’t have an order. She has further informed that I’m not as obsessive as Charles or herself. I apparently, “Don’t get freaked out when things are done out of order.” Okay, so I’m normal. Charles, don’t blame me. I tried to reach out to you as a fellow freak, but Yara has shown my true normal human colors. I can’t relate to you.

Esther, you are probably the only one I can relate to. We are stuck with obsessive compulsives. Well, nothing to do now, but disrupt their daily routines. You get “dog dirty” germs on his computer, I’ll go cut vegetables on the same board as I just cut raw meat on. Mmm…. food poisoning.