I love mail. I love it so much I'm willing to subscribe to silly gossip magazines (and serious high-brow ones!) just for the pleasure of trotting across the street to unlock my mailbox and pull out all the goodies.
Embarrassing mailings from today include the new People Magazine, with that terrible story about the beautiful young college senior in Virginia whose wealthy and sick boyfriend killed her because she dared to try to break up with him.
Geez.
And then there's my National Geographic--how I love that!--and the San Diego Reader, which I always enjoy. The Old Globe Theater is running King Lear this summer--that sounds worth doing!--and apparently it's election time again.
The elections? Thank God I didn't miss those.
My mortgage payment seems to be due (already?! I just got out of the hospital!), and there are friendly polls from the Scripps Clinic asking me how I've been liking my cancer treatments (uh, very nice). Is Jerry Brown really running for governor again? It's nice to know that if you oversleep and miss an election one year, you can always come back and see the same guy trying again ten years down the road. So you might as well roll over, catch a few more winks, and vote for him then.
In the mean time, I have my readables which must be dutifully scanned each day: the electronic versions of the San Diego UT and Weekly readers, of course, plus People Magazine, maybe National Geographic.
I love that it's all still going to be there when I want it and can enjoy it, and that I won't have missed a thing.
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