on the tuba-phonic and the toasty

I have noticed that as I get older, the 32 feet or so of tube that I am moves more in synchrony: when I cough, I fart. The reverse is not true, however. Coughing from the rear does not produce a mouth fart. I regard this as supreme engineering and am grateful.

I am also grateful for body heat. Living in this cold clime at the foot of this (currently) extinct volcano, when I snug between the cool covers at night, I am always pleased by the automatic generation of heat from my body and by soon being toasty warm. I smile and thank my Creator for such a blessing and drift into sleep.