Oh, lots of things, but today, apparently, I make shoes.

( As she answers, she makes room for him to get past her, taking care to step lightly. She's learned not to trust the floor to stay solidly underneath her feet. )

So who is this, what's his name again, and why would I want to welcome him into my life? Of course, if you know me at all, you'll know it won't change my answer.