Happy Mother's Day.

Today I slapped my mother around. She was getting uppity. She claimed moneys that I had legally earned by gainful employment were rightfully hers. She was getting out of hand. I had to do something. It was an ugly business, but it had to be done.
I gave her a left backhand first, she wasn't expecting it, then a right cross knocked her to the ground. It was like mashing ground beef from then on.
What can I say? If someone hands you a twenty dollar bill and then claims to be a victim when you spend your hard-earned paycheck on booze and pills and cheap thrills, what else can you do?
She gave me no choice.
She got lucky. I could have whipped her like a dog.

Candle in the Breeze.

Candle flickered in the warm Summer's breeze
But did not extinguish.
Candle continued to consume himself
In autotrophic bliss.
Drawing himself up
to be burned
and lost.
He knew he would not last forever.
Soon, all of him would be gone.

The Flu Fighters.

Cold medicine.

Install three sensors.

Extremely accurate atmospheric pressure sensors (a.k.a. barometers) at sea level, one at the north pole, one on the equator, and one at the south pole. Record measurements every hour.