I have run the numbers: Either Tex is dead or he isn't dead, and that sets the odds at 50/50.

I'm in this middle part of three stages. In two of them I'm not alive. Half the time I'm not doing much now that I am alive. Part of the time I'm in here which is no more useful than being dead. Part of the time when I'm in here I read posts that make me realize that being dead has its advantages.

This might be one of those times. And I have to mow the grass. At least that's alive. Except for where the neighbor's dog pisses on it. I kind of wish he was dead. The dog--not my neighbor. Except for the dog he is a pretty good guy.