I’m not big on conspiracies, which might have me holding a wet paper bag and blubbering my lips when the bottom falls out, but there’s just a thousand too many going around and my anxiety quotient is already capped.  I do, however, notice some things– like when I go to the grocery store and grab a tray of chicken breasts, only to get them home and discover one breast is as big as my head. That might be good for …