I just got home and Oh my God, Glenn
This is so sad and shocking for me, because just the other day--I think it was Wednesday--Glenn sent me the longest coolest most satisfying e-mail I have ever received. It was the equivalent of a five page essay on the Fisher Paykel machines, all his wonderful articulate and oh-so-smart descriptions of the two available machines. It was unbelievable. I was in awe of it, and then he asked me if I wanted to know something in particular, and I immediately e-mailed him. But he didn't answer, and because he is so responsible and classy, and off-the-charts exceptional, I knew something was up. And Sweet Jesus, the tome that he sent me may be the last thing he did before he fell ill.
Here's an idea of what he's dealing with. My brother, Pete, you may have seen him in Robert's picture thread on Memorial Day, was shot in the face at the end of the Viet Nam War, the bridge of his nose laterally eviscerated. He's fine now, Old Norge War horse that he is, but he insists that getting shot in the face was less painful than a viral ear infecttion wich he also suffered over there.
So our poor buddy is in agony, and we need to send every loving healing salutory thought we can for our magnificent genius Glenn DO-DADS as I lovingly love to call him.