I got nothing to say.
It's late January and life is fine, and I'm just a little bored. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Boredom means everything is peaceful and as it should be for now.
The big news is that I actually jogged this week. For some of you that sounds laughably easy, but I'm built for comfort not for speed, and jogging doesn't come naturally to me. Like trying to drive a yacht on dry land. Did I just compare myself to a yacht?
Lots of errands, laundry, and other mundane tasks for the foreseeable future. But that is OK BY ME! The only big event I want to happen is a fat check in the mail or for Publisher's Clearing House to show up on my doorstep.
Maybe I'll make some soup or some cookies. That'll liven things up, right?