Time To Bake More Cookies
I have a friend who lives in Vermont. She fell on the ice and broke her elbow. Her family is always just on the edge, and now -- being a contract worker -- she can't generate a paycheck. She has no health insurance, nor do her children. Her husband's company only insures him, but they just laid off everyone but him and one other employee.
So I'm sure you'll excuse me if I go downstairs and bake up a batch of cookies for this family. I will pretend that each cookie is a Spanish doubloon, culled from a pirate shipwreck off the coast of far Tortuga.