Sunday morning. It’s the morning with the most junkmail in my inbox. I mean seriously, I can’t believe how many spammers send their stuff out on Saturday night and early Sunday morning. Is that something they teach you in the Spam Handbook? I had to have 20 different things in my inbox, which is so sad because there wasn’t much real mail there other than that. I got one today for some guy selling a horse farm in Arizona. The note said it wasn’t spam because I must have contacted him in the past. I love that line. Oh, sure, I’m always emailing Arizona Realtors. As a matter of fact, I have been thinking the thing that’s missing from my life is a ranch. Praise be that this guy sent me an email this morning. I’m off to the bank to cut him a deposit check.