 I can see it now. In those five-minute mornings I call my own, as I'm having coffee on the deck, she'll plunk herself down at my desk, admiring her pedicure, lifely, through my mail. Tell us about those five-minute mornings. I bet you do have those. I do, when I possibly can, with my cup of coffee out on my patio now. I don't have a pig to distract me.