As I indicated earlier, Jan Michael is quite sick. He had a terrible cold several months ago, and now he has another, and I think he's had his fair share, don't you? Anyhoo, he hasn't been sleeping well, and last night was no exception. I wasn't sleeping either, and so, even though it was 3:00 in the morning, we decided to get up. We were sitting at our computers, twiddling our thumbs, when he began to feel very sick to his poor stomach. He went into the laundry room/bathroom, and all of a sudden there was an enormous crash, and I went running, and what did I find? Jan Michael, who had PASSED OUT, lying on his back between the washing machine and the wall. I very urgently said his name, and after a few seconds he opened his eyes, looked very bewildered and asked where he was. It was scary. Very, very scary. He's alright, and it hasn't happened since, but my goodness. I will be thrilled to pieces if we never have to experience that nonsense again. Also, I've decided that I'll no longer feel badly about the laundry room almost always resembling a landfill, because I think the laundry basket and miscellaneous junk that was on the floor cushioned his fall and kept him from bashing his head.