I'm not cleaning the sink

I'm also not:

• Straightening out the den

• Picking up my dry cleaning

• Writing checks and paying bills

• Putting fresh sheets on my bed

• Exercising

I am instead:

• Drinking beer

• Farting around on the Internet

• Observing wildlife (watching my cats)

• Wallowing in The Way We Were (the scene this still is from must have ended up on the cutting room floor)

I know me very well. I'm feeling rather delicate so I'm just going to protect myself today. And who knows? Perhaps if I shed a few cathartic tears for Katie Morosky, I'll feel better. ("See 'ya, Hubbell.")