9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for February 06, 2006
"Oh, hello, Elliott. Did they release you from the ICU?" "I yanked off the electrodes and bolted. Last I saw, the guy with the electric paddles was looking for me under my bed." "What's up?" "Nothing much...other than that I appear to be sitting on a quantum anomaly such that my posterior is appearing in the night sky in some remote quadrant of the galaxy." "Some quadrants have all the luck."