had a patient and kind man in their lives. Anyway, it was when I was leaving the co-op that the insanity hit me like a stroke. (Maybe it was a stroke, most of my brain definitely stopped functioning and I'm still not sure how much I've recovered.) So I wrote down her phone number. Just in case. About five hours later, there was no doubt that I was losing it. I left her this message: I saw your ad for a housemate. I'm pretty sure that at fifty I'm older than you