When my brother and his family were here yesterday, my niece went fishing through my buttons. When she said "I really like this one!" I was hoping it wasn't one of the ones from the '60s or '70s or one that was hard to get, because maiden aunts are expected to give kids things they like. Fortunately, it was a Nancy button and I just bought another one: "If I want to hear the pitter patter of little feet, I'll put shoes on my cat." She left a button on top of the bowl that said "Feminism is the radical notion that women are people." If my brother saw that, he might be worried.
I'm still behind in my newspaper reading and the WashPost Health section two weeks ago had an article on sleeping. I caught the graph first, which shows where night owls like me sleep (vs. normal folks and morning larks) and then the article says this is probably genetic. Okay, no surprise, I've always been a night owl. But it goes on to say that it's a bad thing. That I should use light or melatonin to be "normal". I don't buy that.