Last night, Witchy came spinning into my cottage (as she always does. I’ve never seen anyone so…um…“enthusiastic” about every moment of life). “Liberty! Guess what?” “Hmm. With you, Witchy, I can’t even begin to imagine ‘what.’” She paused her exuberant spinning for a moment, cocking her head to one side. “Why not?” “Well, because with you,…