The metaphysical - the ephemeral non-matterness - as All- Knowing, as Ultimate Order in Ultimate Togetherness - takes itself out into greater and greater expressions of separation and tightness, or forceness, to settle as uranium at the farthest end (and who knows what else as the Universe expands) with hydrogen at the end nearest to Godhead.

It is […] doubtful […] whether it contributed anything to the stop of the infection.

Doom offered a good, two minute release, but my K/D ratio was terrible. I needed something new, with a bit more space in game to get my bearings before getting shot.

The intrepid DIY builder may be the wrong person to convince, as several posters suggested. I'd compliment his ambition, all the time pushing for what the family wants/needs (more house now), says PeterJ. I'd be looking Mom in the eye when I paint the picture of Dad with no time. . . . Plant the seed, let her do the 'convincing.' JoeH has the same idea. Build what he wants, he says. After wife notices you did the shell in a (pick a day), she'll be your inside salesman.