Soon I will be unable to walk. It is sad but true. If my inexorable slide into sloth and turpitude continues apace I will become the blogger equivalent of the Baron in Dune, lolling idly on a $7,000 Vichy shower table while my doctor fills my face with infection.

I’m sure someone out there needs this crazy shower bed but it includes a header, radio, and CD player which suggests this is less for the invalid and more for the syphilitic hedonist.