Well, in addition to coffee and chocolate and anything else edible, along with your general propensity to sloth, that is.
Allow me to introduce you to my new best friend, the MP3 player.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
"The old lady's gone nutzo!" you say. "She's BONKERS!! Boppin' along the avenue, struttin' to the tunes, having the nerve to ....GET JIGGY WID IT??? At HER age??? Something must be DONE!!!"
Dear Friend, you could not BE more wrong!
You see, this device has become my vocal library, if you will. I listen to recorded books by the score. I listen to podcasts. I listen to sermons, radio shows, and anything else my family groans about having to suffer through. Yes, there is music on this compact wonder, but it's more of the peaceful, restful, instrumental type I've grown to love in my old age. Yes, there are a few of the get-down-get-funky 70's era tunes we all know and love, but you'll most likely find me SINGING to those rather than dancing to them.
No longer do I have to listen to hip hop or rap as we travel in the car. No more do I have to suffer through the interminable football/basketball/baseball/hockey
/shuffleboard/pingpong weekends! If I don't like what the family chooses to watch on TV, I turn on a book or radio show. I even use my little jewel to lull me to sleep at night.
In short, it's saved what little sanity I have left.
I would like to personally and publicly thank both Mr. Sansa and Mr. Woot for providing me with such a wonderful way to sync with the audio world.
Now, could you please work on my kitchen???