...about how we couldn't manage to scrape up two willing disciples of Christ to move in with Chris Challis...to watch over his soul, and keep him from death...
...and he's dying, you know. Zach and I saw him yesterday. He was almost gone. Bloated body, yellowed skin, skeletal face... Tubes, wires, tape, clamps bags, bottles arrayed in a net of sorrow about his bedside...

About a month ago, I was treated to a free night stay in a hotel and 125 dollars in order to test a new kind of hospital bed. I recognized Chris' unit as similar. These beds can be stretched out to like 9 feetlong, or retracted to child size. All without changing the mattress...

Chris's bed is pulled up to the "correct size", accomodating his lack of lower legs. His tattooed stumps, one with a moon and starry night, were sticking out from under his little gown. Why are those gowns so darned little and drafty?