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[zana16]

So today, 'bout 9 AM, we're listening to the radio in our office and Terry Chiavo is mentioned, and I accidentally blurt out what I'm thinking, which is, "Dear God, isn't the woman dead yet?" NO filter between my mind and my mouth, I swear. Now I for one think that the evidence presented multiple times in court showed that she didn't want to be kept in a vegetative state, and I say honor the wishes of the person directly involved above the wishes of family members who don't want to let go, but it's not my business (or Congress's, for that matter) so I've stayed out of the argument--but I'm writing my will this weekend to make it explicit that I don't regard being braindead as "living". But really I think, if there is a soul, it's either trapped in a nonresponsive and noninteractive body, which sucks, or it's already gone, in which case the body's pretty useless anyways. Again, these are my opinions--I'm not really in a mood to argue at the moment. Anyhow, I had been keeping track of the days, and I think today was the 13th, which means she had only a day of projected "life" left, so that's what I was thinking when I said that. But when Charlotte looked horrified, I realized how it sounded, so imagine how I felt fifteen minutes later when the radio announced she was dead.

Yeah, one of those things that are so horrible you have to laugh.

Anyhow, speaking of life, today the first daffodils bloomed, and I am in heaven. I even wrote a few paragraph's on Redemption so I can justify the use of Dacey's daffodils as my icon. Such a wonderful, ridiculous, sublime flower. It's my very favorite flower. If I'm ever rich I'll have a greenhouse so I can have them all year 'round.