  That's not quite true - we actually have a rather easy-going life. Not much in the way of a schedule. Being surrounded by the wisdom of the ages always. Making your own plans and time-tables. But therein lies the problem. That's all swell and fine...but when a constant roommate in your head is Sloth, you find that things get pretty hectic pretty quickly. So, at this point, have to deal with a student, work on revisions (yes, I too might get published - and the seventh seal was opened, and the angel said, "come and see..."), work on dissertation, watch a buddy's house while he and the mrs. are away, get ready for a seminar in about a week, and try my best to ensure my little plants don't die of neglect.
You see, this is why I like philosophy - one of the benefits (among many) on the study of eternal and constant things is they'll still be there after you're dead and gone. If you are a slacker, in the greater scheme of existence and Being it won't matter. Things will still operate as they did, the grand Divine history will continue, and all will go as it should. Unfortunately, for the concrete contingent existence of my plants, I lack that luxury. That was all random.
But with a point - not much to report today. But can't leave it at that...well, urlLink MerMer mentioned Britney Spears...sadly, all that comes to mind is a paraphrase of urlLink a little poem , from the hit-and-miss (but still worthwhile) Don Knotts/Tim Conway comedy The Private Eyes : [Britney] is dead, and here's something to note. You can't bury her at sea, 'cause her bosoms will float. Okay, that was just unnecessary. I will stop now. 
