My proofreader, Heidi, quit about a year ago. Just as well. I was going to dump her anyway. She kept correcting me. Who needs that? Then my wife, Mary Ellen, took over the job. That was an easy transition for her; she has been correcting me for 45 years. I could get a little huffy with Heidi if we differed on a grammatical point. I can’t react that way with my wife, who I now call my corrections officer.