It's the reload time that kills me...

No, I am not talking about putting in another clip or magazine and continuing to shoot down swarms of zombies, I am thinking about only having ten or so years left and using up so much of it checking favorite blogs to find out if there is something worth reading. If I mentioned you in my Visits for Daily Thoughts I find what you write interesting and I want to come back and read some more - well Blogger knew my pain, going and waiting for the reload and then finding nothing new, sigh. So they allowed me to pick favorites to follow, then gave me a cool thing that tells me there is a new post and when it went up, and clicking on it I go straight to the post, which means I could miss a few since some bloggers put up lots to look at almost on top of each other.

Turning on the television to catch the news and weather - I get more commercials than news and weather - and if you pay attention (DON'T!!!) you will notice much of what they call news is to get you to watch = a movie, television show later, television series, an interview where you will learn about (whatever). I am not going to change the world, but I can pick and choose what I participate in, like I can choose the Caravan or the Trusty Triumph to roll on to work today. I should try doing exercises every time a commercial break shows up, see how high my pulse rate will get during an hour and the calorie burn, estimated would be. Reading Time magazine yesterday I found a writer (?) using a treadmill while she worked - I just stand up at my workstations and type on my feet and then flee to help workers and patrons without the scooting back the office chair - just a step away. My able (?) assistance is just a quick step away from the computer. No waiting for my lumbering to my feet, getting all the fat into motion - I must remember that although I will weigh less up on the moon, my mass will be exactly the same and the vacuum is cold and totally unbreathable. Remind me to get back to some Physics in the near future... how much time is left to read, retire, retrain to re-me'd me?