Things happened.  I left a message on my sister’s phone this morning to please call me.  I needed medical advice.  I had been sick for over two months and while I didn’t want to play the man flu card, I didn’t seem to be getting any better.  I wasn’t dying or anything, but I was deteriorating. Very slowly of course.  At this rate I might last only another fifty years or so.  Sistah called back. She knew the history.  Specifically my parents had been complaining to her about the fact that I had not yet visited for Christmas, or Thanksgiving.