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Alone on a Sunday afternoon, the wife has gone shopping, and my chores are done. The hip and shoulder pain associated with my PMR and the residual brain surgery ache is deciding to keep me company as I start supper. I know what they want. The Menage strain is sitting in the jar on the top shelf in my cannabis closet, and I'm sure that this will solidify my reputation as a good host. The grinder and cone funnel employed, I head out to the breezeway. And I take 2 small hits. As I finish up this testimony the oven is calling out for attention. I should get up, but it's so hard when you have grown to the size of the room and you have a panther on your lap. Oh, that's just my cat. Highly recommended.