Oh, I love trash

Not really. But when you're watching the Sesame Street 25th anniversary special with your kids, it's nearly impossible not to sing along with Oscar.

I have so much to dowload. Weeks worth of thoughts and fragments and no-doubt scintillating observations on the messed up ball of carbon we call our world. I guess those will have to wait until I finish whining.

Here are the things I really want to do. First, (fascinating that I put this first, because it is the thing I make exactly the least time for) exercise at least five times a week. My mental health, let alone my muscle tone, is infinitely better when I exercise regularly. I sleep, I have less stress, etc. etc. I am awaiting the results of a bone scan which, my GP observed dryly yesterday at the first full physical I've had in years (mind you, I've had two children and am one of the lucky ones with insurance, so I've had no lack of medical care) , could be extremely motivating. (That is, if my bones are already depleted, which is possible, given a family predisposition to osteoporosis, I would have added incentive to work out --weight training, at least once a week--to try to reverse the damage.)

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