Mailing Lists

I have thousands of unread gmail emails. Yikes. I find that when I get home, after working on a computer all day, most of the time I don't want to continue working on the computer. Lots of them are mailing lists. Lots of the dog mailing lists consist of emails about people's sick or dead dogs, so I stopped reading them, because they were making me too depressed. Lots of the dog agility mailing lists have questions like "gosh, I don't work at all and have a million dollars a day to spend, but I am at a loss as to how I should spend my time training my dog." and questions like those make me too upset.

I exercised today. I am getting better at crunches. Not a lot better. If I had enough money to join a pool to swim at this summer (I don't) it would be the one that Michael Phelps (now owns and) swims at, because it is closest to my house. That's really sort of intimidating.

If I could pick any career in the world, I would like to be a biologist in the 1800's. However, I do not happen to be a white man from a wealthy family. And it is not the 1800's.

There is a plant growing in the backyard on the other side of the fence that looks like it could eat a person (puppy?) alive. This is a horrible picture because it is currently dark out.


Maybe I should have gotten the weedwhacker.