Yours Truly has been up since quite early and has already been treated to hearing three - count 'em - three Billy Joel tunes via public address systems in two different locations. As You know, YT is one Piano Man non-fan.
The last was the Italian Restaurant epic tale of kings and queens never being able to return to somewhere, and the dramatic summer of '75 and the greasers ... rhyming with pieces. Greasers/pieces. I see no kitsch value in that pairing, that so-called rhyme, YT would not even tackle this ditty in a scrumptious karaoke moment.

Onwards.
Or, technically, backwards.
Yesterday YT was minding her own business in Sisters Hospital, post negative-results mammogram, looking forward to seeing that eerie portrait of Saint Elizabeth Seton on that hospital mint green wall, her profile floating in a giant, foaming see of hospital passageway.
In my wishing that I'd a cam to document the portrait in the sea YT rather distractedly pushed through on one of those safety bars that pushes open its attached door, not noting one of those red Alarm Will Be Set Off stickers about five feet away.
So, there YT was trying to push into Building D without purpose, reason, permission and then a big, hair-raising alarm did suddenly begin to screech as I was in Building A or C and was needing to get back to Building B for the proper elevators to let me out of this petri dish, this microcosm.
I stood there momentarily thinking attendants galore would come galloping 'round the corner and YT would casually announce I'd made a wrong turn, that YT was truly sorry to disturb the peace. No one came.
YT walked around the corner. No attendants, no one even in sight.
YT backtracked, found Saint Elizabeth again, gave a quick look, and got the h-e-double-hockey-sticks out of there.
Tonight is the first of a series of art auctions that YT has generously donated a piece to - tonight's piece is Be Good, an appropriate ValDay image of a hand holding forth a scalloped-candy heart.

Scalloped Heart Love.