What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to --

Sable had me worried last week. He got so slow and lethargic, even more so than usual, and he almost stopped wanting to go on walks. But in the last few days I gave him a bath (he needed one), washed his beds, and bought him a box of the moist dog food with gravy that he likes. He seems to have perked back up now. As much as he hates having a bath, he obviously feels better when he's clean.

We hired a new girl at work recently, and she is annoying to no end. She reminds me a lot of Daisy Wick, the super annoying character they hired and fired on Bones (I can't believe I'm referencing that show! I hate that show! Damn you, Sara!) in that both talk constantly. At length. Whether you want them to or not. Last week I got to hear all about her family drama. The week before that, the topic was her yeast infection. I am not kidding. Seriously, what kind of person talks about that kind of thing to co-workers she hardly knows? And because she's new, she's still making some mistakes, and I don't know how to correct her without coming off as a bitch. So I just come off as a bitch in hopes that it will deter her from talking to me all the time. It doesn't.

Sara and I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button last night. It wasn't what I had expected, but it was good. A lot of it was set and filmed in New Orleans, and I think it was one of those rare movies about the South that isn't incredibly inaccurate and/or offensive. Seriously, I can count movies like that on one hand. Next I want to rent Doubt, which I've heard is really good. And I finally checked out Abigail Breslin's movie Kit Kittredge from the library, but I haven't watched it yet.

And on a more thoughtful note... Sometimes I worry about my generation. We're so accustomed to instant gratification and frenzied consumerism. It's how we grew up, depending on our possessions or our money for entertainment, comfort, happiness, and just about everything else. I have so many modern conveniences that my parents and grandparents didn't, things that are supposed to make my life easier or save me time. But what do I do with all that extra time? Nothing productive. I'm constantly making plans to do things and never following up them. I've learned to "accept the fluster / of an hour badly spent," as the poet said, but I still don't know how to prevent it. I'm too impatient.