Margot is going into finals week and I told her I was thinking of good stuff to put into a care package for her. "Thanks, but please don't send me one," she said, "because having zero food forces me to leave my room. For me, a care package equals an isolation kit."

Greta is moving into her first apartment this week, so Bo and I asked her how she's planning to set it up. "Well I'm not even going to think of taking any of your furniture," she said, "until I check out Sundance and Anthropologie."

Recent thoughts on candy:

Bad Candy:

I took my dogs to the vet the other day and there was an uncovered bowl of candy sitting on a desk in the waiting room. Mostly I want candy and I have to call upon the "Just Don't Put It In Your Mouth" approach to resist it. But because of this candy's exposure to veterinary office stuff like dander, I observed myself not wanting candy for the first time. So from now on I'm going to mentally transport all the muffins, cupcakes, donuts and candy that come into our office to that desk at my dogs' doctor's office, in what will now be called "The Veterinary Maneuver." You can use it if you feel it would help.

Good Candy:

Bridget, who runs my husband's medical practice, was at a conference in Orlando last week. On the last day, it was announced that she had won a $6,000 piece of x-ray equipment in a raffle. She would not have been aware of her winnings, except for that her Butterfinger melted when she was out by the pool, so she went back into the conference room to get a freshie.

Good and Bad Candy:

Tootsie Rolls were the first individually wrapped candies made in the United States (1896). I love Tootsie Rolls so much, but only when they are thrown at me from slow moving floats during parades. If I'm in any other situation I really don't like Tootsie Rolls.