folks, I've hit a new low. I'm hiding from the cleaning lady. Why do people need cleaning ladies anyway? I woke up and realized she was already here, downstairs, and that I do NOT want to encounter her, so here I am, trying to type quietly so she won't hear me, and hoping my closed door deters her from entering. My supplies? Half a chocolate bar, some water, and a stack of movies. How long will she last, kids, how long will she last...