You know that old saw Truth is Stranger than fiction? It’s redundant. Strange shit is stranger than less strange shit and that measuring stick is in the pants of the beholder, unless, of course, they have a measuring stick holster or a lanyard or a tape measure or are ok with eyeballing things in a sort of ball park kind of way.

Where was I? Seriously.

Hospice is now involved with my dad, it came sideways and is probably a good thing though you’ll notice there was and will be no suggestion that measuring sticks are carried on the person of the beholder sideways. Such a suggestion would be construed as lewd at best.

I spent the better part of my morning in a glass closet blowing various gases into a tube. It’s not as fun as it sounds. In general I might suggest that blowing gases in a glass closet belongs in the category of how to respond to “Does this smell funny?” That is things that given an option you should respond with a pleasant but firm ‘No thank you’.

If you are prone to listen to my advice (I would strongly counsel you against that course of action) I would also suggest that you continue with whatever you were doing before you began reading this if for no other reason than it is now over.

EDIT

Sorry, didn't mean to sound cryptic, just crunchy.