Last week wasn't a good week. Some health isshews. I was a bit attached to machines on-and-off (well, they were attached to me, I wasn't real keen on them). In one case it was like being in a claustrophobic space pod while some noise electronica band was tuning up for half an hour, or someone was drilling for oil inside my head. What fun! I had to have a stiff lemonade after that one. True. Sprite to the rescue. I still don't know if they found oil. All that lies ahead, so to speak. Another kind of interpretation, I suppose.