I keep a respirator in my basement in case my hernia reverses.

That is a pick up line that never works.

I’m afraid of growing old and dying.

And then I realized: this is a problem I share with billions of others.

It was one of the first thoughts I had when I woke up this morning. For a small moment, the kittens in the tea cups make me forget.

Hairless technology for the AIDS generation.

The udders of change are heavy with opportunity. I guess I just need to lower the bucket, squeeze and drink.

Sorry I’ve been out of the picture for a while. But I’m starting to feel like myself again.