It strikes me that I don't talk about God enough in my blog- seeing as He created the universe and everything in it, and I have the singular fortune of living in the apartment directly above His.

God is a great neighbour.

He is quiet and generous. I feel I can always go to Him when I have a problem, and He gives the most thoughtful advise. I can always count on Him to water my plants when I'm out of town.

He is great, and if feels petulant to say anything ill of Him. But, man, when I'm stuck here at home all day dealing with this bout of food poisoning, I just wish that He didn't always have to smoke that darned pipe.

Not much of it comes up through the vents, and in the best of times, I think nothing of it. But when you are sick, and puking up,  you are overly sensitive to these things. And man does it bother me.

I know if I asked Him not to smoke it, He would, but I can't bring myself to do so.

I know how much He enjoys it. And I have to admit, it really suits Him. Him in that rocking chair, wearing those flowing gowns, and the Bose headphones, bouncing His pipe on His knee: Cooler than Hasselhof.