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Back to ranting now.  He is alive.  Answer this for me, if you can... why do I expend the effort to worry about this creature?  He isn't nice, he is probably the most boring man ever created, and he is really mean to me.  So what is it that makes me worry when he isn't home by the time I get up in the morning?  It isn't as though I can sleep with him there, anyway.  He comes in in the middle of the night and bangs pots and pans all over the place, lets the cats out in the dark (we have raccoons in the back yard that are a danger to them) and just generally makes me into an insomniac.  So why do I worry?
 
Ugh.