By the time I showered, pulled a brush through the snarly unhappiness of my thick, auburn hair and dressed in a few layers of fluffy fleece while my shocky body struggled to get warm, Mom had whipped up a lovely dinner of fresh pasta and garlic bread, while Daisy quietly guided the new staff out of the kitchen so Mom and I could be alone. I found I missed the grumpy old ladies who used to work for me, both Betty and Mary Jones retired officially four weeks ago, though they'd ...