Heroin...it's my wife...it's my life!--Lou Reed
Glad you both seem to be okay. I got a feelin', no matter what we might do, that we go when it's our time to go. How many times have you read of some hard-livin' individual departing at 90, when a scrupulously healthy sort goes at 33. It's the luck of the draw, folks. But realizing that decreases the amount of money charities get from the fund drives. So no one notes it.