How you know you're getting old and lazy
I check the mail when I get home from work, as I'm sure 99 percent of all Americans do. But lately I've gotten into a horrible habit: If there's nothing in there I care about, I put the mail back in the box and go inside. I actually put the mail BACK in the MAILBOX. It's out of the mailbox, it's in my hands, and yet I won't just take the final step and CARRY IT INSIDE. It's just more energy than I care to expend after a long, arduous (ha) day at the office.
So the Victoria Secret catalogues? The bimonthly community newspaper? That envelope stuffed with coupons that comes every few weeks? My cable bill? All stay in the mailbox until I feel like bringing them in.
I got my new issues of People, Entertainment Weekly and Rolling Stone today. I think it goes without saying that I found THOSE worthy of carrying inside.