I have nothing to say today, nothing at all. I wouldn’t bother to post at all if it weren’t for the fact that I haven’t missed a day of posting something to blog–at least something–since January 1, 2010. I didn’t start out to do a whole year without missing even a single day, but now that I’ve gone this far it seems important.
I overslept today, by which I mean I woke up when Patricia rang the doorbell to ask if I had died in here or just blown her off for our morning walk. After that, I called in sick to work and slept all day. Now I’m going to bed with the full intention of waking up on time tomorrow to deal with whatever it was you probably needed me to deal with today.
That’s all. Nothing else to tell here.
