The wife and I were laying (lying?) in bed a bit ago, discussing my impending demise, there in the dark. I said "Hey, I'm just the advance party into the afterlife..." and I cracked myself up so bad, I squirted tears. I don't think she thought it was all that funny. Oh well.
Women are nothing, if not practical. So we spoke of practical matters. There in the dark. Holding hands. See? I can let you into my most private matters.
Ducks in a row, baby. Very important. Emotion will fade to an ache, but what you do elsewise affects your family forever. Guys my age drop like rocks all the time. The wife's Mom had heart attacks, and it could be genetic. I have already made arrangements for John and Nat to be taken care of if the wife and I snuffeth it.
Life is fleeting, and fragile. Some, more than others. Oh well.
Hey, you folks bought me a computer, and a monitor...anybody got a liver on them?