Rog, that's where I am right now. I remember when I was a small girl and I would sit on this old iece of rug and pretend it was a magic carpet. My Magic Carpet. It would take me places, msuch as my imagination could conjure. Dreams . Wisps of lives. Adventures. I just don't have much attention on my body. It has always served me well. I just don't want to live so long that I don't remember who I am, or who Dan is, and its my old body strapped in a wheelchair, drooling. I don't have any plans to kill myself in the present, but I want to keep the option open in case I sometime might choose an early demise.