Now I have to go to bed. Shortly thereafter, get up again. Walk two dogs (not together, they're not a good pair). Go to church. Go home. Walk two dogs. Sit. Walk two dogs. Go to Easter dinner with family from church. Go home. Walk two dogs. Go to bed. Get up. Walk... one dog. Why is my life such a rapid succession of getting up and going to bed with all this dog-walking in between? Why is there no rest? Why is the sea boiling hot? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!