What a privileged person I am to be relieved to no end and to have you back putting me in my place. Thank you for coming along! Thank you for ordering me! We’re ending a crucial few decades of prime thinking and doing and conditioning and humming along with our able-bodied heads. And now we’re coop-flown according to the actuarial sciences. The future is comprised of supervised high adventures. Those are the matters of fact weighing down our stacked deck. You prefer the drone of being done over being done over and I’m lying down with arms across my chest. I can’t do anything. I can keep my mouth open. I’m leveling my head with a disheveled table and you are above me and I need you to discuss me by yourself away from this place, and with one of the biscuits I made earlier, in your hand. We’ve just had the last civil disagreement. There will be no others on this property so long as I’m the demand of this house. The light switches have a color and they didn’t before. The drift we’re getting is exhausting, unsightly. Heavenly to have even a thin space to settle my affairs. And what of yours? Within arm’s reach, enough to live for days.