It's no wonder that the bathroom is where I have my best abstractions. When you're held captive for extended periods of time, you have nothing more that you can do but think. I once had the thought that it is because I am an American that I eat my breakfast cereal on the toilet, since it is a time saving measure. My Grandfather was a small business owner and had taught me to work smart, not hard.
The epiphany that I had about my intermittent sitting led me to yet another about why it is that I dread going to work each morning. Subconsciously I understand that when I get there I will be standing up for nine hours straight. This should have been obvious to me before: people like me shouldn't work retail. We need office jobs with comfortable chairs in which we can recline and occasionally spin around fast in.
Have you ever noticed how much domesticated dogs behave like their owners? My labrador likes to tiptoe around the yard sniffing when he poops, like he's reading doggie's digest. What a good boy.