I guess I’m lucky I’m not in prison, because the one thing that most people don’t know about me is that I’m a space freak. If I didn’t love hospitals so much, I would be freakish about how that space was organized. Actually I should confess: I like my hospital room organized in a certain way. The last time I was in the hospital everybody knew I was way better when I asked to have my flowers arranged by sizing them shorter to higher. I really have a hard time when things aren’t right. I have a friend who has a key to our home. She comes over sometimes when we are out of town to take a nap, which she usually does in my room. She always feels the necessity to call and tell me she has come over to rest. It finally, after five years, occurred to her that I knew when she came...