pooping towards productivity

Two things that have bothered me lately:  i haven't written in the blog enough (and thus will have gaps in my memory when the memory portion of my brain inevitably craps out and I am forced to reconstruct my life by rereading this blog)

and

I spend too much time looking at stupid junk on my phone.  Much of this stupid-junk-looking is done while sitting on the toilet.  The amount of time I spend sitting on the toilet gets slowly bumped upward and upward because it is a time and space when/where my body and brain are (sometimes) free from the demands of my work or my children.  So I might tend to linger a little longer than I need to sitting on the toilet because I am relatively free to do/think what I want while I am sitting on the toilet.   And yes, I know it's bad for my butthole.  

So my solution is this:  instead of, or in addition to, looking at stupid junk while sitting on the toilet, I am going to write in my blog while sitting on the toilet.  

What I'm going to write about today is:  today I was talking with an elevator inspector about how much I enjoy being married.  It felt really good to 1) be happy about being married, and 2) share that info with someone.  

I had a dream 2 nights ago about using applesauce as mortar.