Shouldn't there be some degree of embarrassment that goes along with a life so devoid of excitement that hurling virtual snowballs on Facebook is the most interesting thing that happens all day? I guess not, since I don't feel any. That I might actually be able to enjoy a Sunday afternoon nap excites me, too. Ah, the pleasures of getting "on up in years."

Now, let me see how many pages I can read in my book before dozing off. . .