Post Time. It is 6:40 PM on Wednesday, November 30, 2005 here. [Now it is December 8, 2005 and I am finally proofing and printing out four pages that have been waiting patiently in the memory of the typewriter for some attention.]

I have lots to type but I am not sure how much will make it from the gray matter to the paper. I got out for one hour of walking today, and since it has become only a once or twice per week thing of late, I am now ready to crawl up into my bunk and take a nap.

The following sentence should be ignored by a certain Texas pen pal of mine. I will be cooking the almost daily black bean, tomato sauce and rice meal around 8:30 PM. I need a protein boost in the meantime. I mixed up a can of octopus in a honey mustard hot sauce to tide me over till dinner is ready. Told you not to read the sentence, but I bet you-know-who-you-are read it anyhow.

I received a letter from my editor today, which he mailed out on Monday, mentioning he hoped I had a nice Thanksgiving. By now he should have received my 'I've Been Spammed' post to explain my not quite ready for prime time holiday meal.

That is just one example of the time lag in the snail mail communication system. [Letting the drafts sit in memory for over a week does not help either.]

I just read that USPS first class mail postal rates are going up two cents for first ounce and one cent for each additional ounce.  ¶ 8:41 AM