"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible." - Stanislaw Jerzy Lec

Some days I can't tell if I'm turning into a curmudgeon or am the last sane person on earth.

One of today's national headlines and a story getting coverage on the morning news shows: the life expectancy of Americans has dropped for the first time in...I missed that part. But apparently we can no longer count on living until we're older than dirt.
SO WHAT??
Unless we're killed by an idiot drunk driving the wrong way on the cross-town freeway we'll still live far longer than our bodies can deal with. And how 'bout we pay a little more attention to the quality of life in between now and that nursing home? Americans sit in front of a giant TV throwing down Cheetos and slamming back another Mountain Dew, don't read anything beyond a sale paper, and stare at a phone smarter than they are...and they want to live another .27 years like this????
C'mon, man!

In a related story from today's news, the American dream of surpassing our parents' standard of living is apparently a thing of the past.
(see above)

In yet one more "ripped from today's headlines," the American Association of Sexuality Educators, Counselors, and Therapists (yes, there is such an organization and it goes by the acronym AASECT) says there isn't enough evidence to support the diagnosis commonly called sex addiction. In the absence of  biochemical factors like those that show up in drug or alcohol addiction it may be that what's called sex addiction is just a lot of bad behavior.
AKA, sin.

In the "you can't make this stuff up" department, the article on the diagnosis of sex addiction had a paragraph about the number of therapy clinics for people with this (supposed) addiction. It said that in November Anthony Weiner was spotted riding a horse at one that offers equine therapy as a method of treatment.

Bumped my distance up another notch on today's run and did OK. It was cold, but I wanted to get it in before the rain started, so I was out shortly after sunrise. We haven't actually seen the sun in weeks, but the weather website said that it did indeed come up at 7:37 a.m.
At our house we have sunrise and Pamrise. I'll let you guess which one comes first.

We got a good deal online on a big wire dog kennel which is now set up in the corner of what passes for a living room in MoHo. Pam cleared a section of a cupboard for the bag of powdered milk replacement, the plastic Diet Coke bottles, and the nipples that screw onto them. There isn't room there for the diapers she'll get this afternoon so we'll find another place for them
This is all in hopes that by Monday we'll have at least one and maybe two brand new baby goats.
#Anticipation