Remember when the word “harvest” used to conjure bucolic images of pumpkins and hired hands lying indolently in the fields? Nowadays it’s more likely to be referring to skin grafts or bone salvage, yet more examples of horror movie topics that have become routine medical procedures. Another word that I find disturbing these days is “matter”. Not as in “what’s the matter?”, although now that I think about it, hearing that question implies that I have, completely unbeknownst to me, an odd and troubled look on my face. Could it be my nose hairs, which I admit I don’t monitor with as much diligence as I should? No, I refer to “matter” as in “brain matter”, a term used by people who imagine you’re dying to know what a gunshot victim really really looks like. And those are my Tuesday morning thoughts. You’re welcome.