I am monitored 24/7. There is nothing that I do that is not monitored, checked, rechecked, reported, critiqued and analyzed. This morning, for instance. I was asked if I ate a couple slices of left over pork loin. I answered in the affirmative. I was just being checked because they aforementioned slices were no longer in the refrigerator. (Now think about that one for a second. There are two of us in the house, the pork loin is gone, she didn't eat it, so I guess it must have been me.) OK. Every time I back the car out of the driveway, every inch of the movement is carefully monitored, checked, approved, spindled, mutilated and critiqued. One can never be too careful. I might hit something you know. (As a point of reference, I have never hit anything. Perhaps that is due to the effective monitoring process. I don't know). So I was at the HAL PC Senior Learning Center today taking a course when my cell phone buzzed. It was the head monitoring agent calling. She had backed the car out and ran over the gas can. This is not the first time she hit something. A few years ago she hit the basketball goal and demolished it. Did I mention that I had never hit anything? So unfortunately, my favorite solid steel gas can (which I have had for 30 years) now had a hole in it and was in need of replacement. So we went to the store and bought a new one. Also solid steel. The plastic ones are pretty crappy. So here is Ginny about to lighter the gas from the old one into the new one. I was allowed to do the transfer, of course after an appropriate amount of instruction and ongoing motivational efforts, e.g., "Don't spill anything. Hold it up. Take the spout off to get the last of it. blah blah blah." So after safely transferring the contents to the new container, I was instructed to leave the immediate area and return into the house.