Post #1992336

Almost 4 weeks into this cold > sinus disaster > cough > hernia? expedition, I'm beginning to fantasize about life after death; I'm imagining a place where I'm comfortably cushioned by thousands of unmatched socks, but things keep poking through the padding. Looking carefully, I realize it's all the missing objects, parts and pieces I lost track of over years of frantically straightening up for the house cleaners, vital bits put away for later in that special spot that turned out to be a vanishing doorway to the 5th dimension. I'm not sure if it's heaven or hell...