I smoke too much, especially when writing this blog. Do a post, take a smoke break. Respond to comments, smoke. Rinse, lather, repeat. It's taking its toll. I huff and puff and cough and sputter more than I did. (Suziema, you're not allowed to react to this. I don't want to self-censor for any sense of delicacy.) For the record, if anything comes of it, I prefer to be DNR. I'm not one for pain and suffering. Pull the plug, and don't think twice about it. This comes up because of an odd confluence of internet interactions in the past two days. My sister sent me an e-mail about putting down her pet, and I responded about us putting down our cat a few years ago. Then, my buddy out in Oregon responded to a joke I posted by saying, "You're killing me." To which I responded that he was at least in the right place, a reference to Oregon being the first state to legalize assisted suicide. Then, we have an elderly family member in assisted living who...