The biggest frustration about web publishing with the hope of making money is really understanding you are not omnipotent.

Yet, I am still determined to do it all myself. Mainly because I want to do it all my way. Secondly, because I can't pay anyone to help me. Thirdly, I don't have the prestige to get "interns" to work for free.

Today I have the plan to work on an editorial calendar. (I found something new to try via WordPress and if it works I will post it to WordGrrls). Offline, I am sorting clothes and deciding what to keep based on the space left in my closet now that it also contains almost everything else I own. Something has to go, might as well start with clothing.

First you may try to debate the point that mice do believe in God. But, if they did, there would be signs of their worship. I don't see mice building monuments, fighting holy wars, etc. I've never seen one pray, as far as I could tell by human standards. There may be a mouse god, but if the Christian (or any human version of a god) god were real wouldn't mice also believe, pray and worship. Or, do you think mice don't have a soul they need to save?

Many people may not care what mice do or do not believe. They are small rodents after all. Pestilence. Laboratory animals and pets spinning wheels for human amusement.

But, of course, mice matter. They are one of god's creatures. Even as an atheist I still think of mice as one of the little creatures on the planet.

So why don't mice believe in God? A God, any god?

Don't they need protection and help? Or are they really just alone on the planet, responsible for their own actions and uncared for and unknown but almost every other creature?

I don't think mice know there is a god. No one has ever told them god is an option. They just go about their mouse lives, oblivious to all the benefits they could have if they just worshipped god. What has god ever done for a mouse? Could it be such a vicious circle where if god only knew and the mice only knew... they could be so much better off. But, they've just never been introduced. Although, god did create the mice, right?

So does god just not care about the mice? In all this time god just let the mice go on, not knowing how much better they could be if they just knew there was a god who would offer them eternal life, shinier souls, angels, heaven and of course... demons, devils and hell.

The poor mice. Maybe all of them are just being shipped straight to hell because they don't worship or believe in god.

Someone really should do something about this. Save the mice!

Well, I will think more about it all. Right after I check the mouse trap under the kitchen sink.

I sprained my ankle. I spent the day at home, I didn't do anything more than sit at my desk, writing and making dinner, etc. Nothing strenuous and no accidents. At some point I noticed my foot was sore. After spending time playing cards with my Mom I had to gimp around because my ankle was severely unhappy every time my foot moved. So, how did I possibly sprain my ankle, doing nothing? It is very weird.

I bought a tensor bandage. Amazing how much harder it was to wrap that around my own foot now that I'm not 20-something. But, I got it done. That helped, the bandage I mean. There is no help for being over 50 and a long way from skinny.

Today is day three. It only hurts when I try to move my ankle. My Mother gave me one of her canes. I'm not getting the hang of it. Might be because I just don't want to.

Vanity goeth before the fall. All too likely to be literal in this case.