Woke up this am with a bladder infection. Instant kharmic retribution for my foul, hostile behavior over the past week, I'm sure. No one could do anything right. Except me, of course. And now, here I sit with cranberry juice at hand when I'm not running down the hall to pee, that is. I have to perfect a dance routine for next weekend, pack for the following week at belly dance camp and clean my house. Ain't gonna happen!