sunday morning

whenever my old man is doing something productive around the house or yard, i feel like i should be, also. i feel vaguely guilty about sitting doing "nothing" - on the computer, reading a book, etc. - when he's "working". but, he is often not "working" when i am -- like, if i am cooking, he could be just sitting checking his email. he does not feel guilty about that. and, he does not care at all if i am working when he is working. it's just me, and i don't know where it comes from. i feel like everyone should be working & playing on the same schedule.

yesterday, we both bought lottery tix. when we get them, we get 5 powerball tix on the same sheet. so, we both bought 5 for a total of 10, and guess what we won? that's right - nothing. another $10 invested in the higher education system. sheesh.

when i was a kid, we ate peanut butter. i mean, most kids do, right? we ate pb&j sandwiches, but also fluffernutters - pb & marshmallow cream - and pb & banana sandwiches. we ate pb on celery & on apples. somewhere along the line, i just sort of quit eating pb. sort of difficult to digest... but still, i could have it sometimes if i wanted it. i simply did not want it. until, like... oh, maybe a month ago. started putting it on my morning eggo & sometimes on toast when we have breakfast for supper. now, it seems like i want it all the time. what is up with that? too many years without it, and now i am trying to make up ground?? we get this kind - supposed to be good for you. still has a ton of fat & calories, but at least it has some redeeming qualities.

headline from friday's paper - analysts do not understand stock market. criminy - if they don't understand, where does that leave the rest of us?