I'm frightened of the new Blogger version. I think it will lose all my posts, somehow, or refuse to let me back in to put up new ones. I think it plots against me. I think the Blogger people are laughing behind their hands, waiting for me to fall for their evil scheme.

I've been out. There was wine. I'm home now. I should go to bed.

4000 pounds of mail arrived at the post office yesterday (where I currently work). I want my old job back. That's more than three pounds of mail for each man woman and child in town. There's probably mail for the dogs in there. I can't even begin to describe the amount of work I did today. (But in some ways it's satisfying. I like to restore order from chaos.)

When I was in high school, I wanted to be a vet. (And I knew who I was going to marry, and I'm 0 for 2). Life takes me strange places. I acknowledge that there are choices I didn't make. And choices I did. But I also would not take back ANYTHING that I've ever done. I cherish my memories. We were discussing that movie, the one where the machine takes away the memories -- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I would not want that done.

did I mention there was wine? maybe I did...