In which I am considering what to wear, in the event that I meet my future husband on the first day of rehab, tomorrow. I exaggerate. It is a three-day outpatient program, in a place named for Emily Brontë's moors, even though it is on the Gulf Coast--end it is blistering November. The bus takes me to the bin at 7 AM. All of this would be redeemable if I were Janet Frame.