Up early to get ready for a funeral. Rolling around in my mind this insight: "Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy." I'm trying to remember how long it's been since I looked to see what toy was in a box of cereal. As a kid, that was the whole deal. Who cares if the cereal would be turned down by a goat -- as long as it has an ACTION FIGURE or a COOL STICKER or even a BASEBALL CARD? Who cares if it has the nutritional value of lint? I think I'll adopt that as a motto for the rest of the week: Choose cereal for the toy! All the blogging I can do for now. Need to prepare for the funeral . . . right after downing my Fiber One cereal.