I’m not hired by an agency, but am I a spy in my own “crib”. For she doesn’t know thoughts or plans, not because they are hidden in some safe, but because they might crack an eggshell or two. Honestly, sometimes this operation isn’t hard to keep under wraps as she really doesn’t care as long as the mirror isn’t pointed in her direction. Yet the worry about reactions keeps my spy operation blooming in various directions. I know someday that my “cover” will be blown up, but until that day, Operation Sanity continues on many a crate.