Nothing says damn good cooking better than radioactive particles sprinkled over a fresh plate of...
scrambled Egg BeatersÖ.
Yum Yum, sounds real good donít it, but more about that in a moment.
Now I know itís been a long, especially in blog time on the blogosphere, stretch since I last posted. It is not that I havenít had anything to say, because I am almost never at a loss for words, but rather because of continued frustration with how my health is starting to play out.
To put it bluntly, I was starting to drift, ever so slightly, to the dark side of my emotional state of mind. After living with this: the congestion, the shortness of breath, the endless series of breathing treatments and all the other stuff I do to stave off the inevitable lung transplant hanging over my head since 2004, I was just getting worn down emotionally, physically and, worse yet, intellectually.
Lando Mollari: "The universe is already mad. Anything else would be redundant"; Ford Prefect: "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so." Live every day as if it were your last ... for one day you'll be right.