How many blog posts can I start and then discard, consigning them in perpetuity to the Nevermind?
I could relay the latest story from Thing 2, wherein she was harassed by the sub-slinger at a Subway on a Friday night when she was the only customer and he was the only employee. Summary, she called back the next day and reported him to the manager, who relayed the message to Corporate, who called Thing 2 back to get details and apologize, and she was really impressed by their efforts. So I don’t like your food very much, but huge kudos to Subway.
I could talk about my new business venture, but I’m not quite ready.
I could talk about my weird dream last night, but the only thing more boring than listening to someone talk about their dreams is maybe watching golf on TV.
Pet antics? Eevee is pestering me for a walk, but she does that every day at 11 a.m. She’s not bringing anything original to the game today.
Went to a delightful book launch yesterday for Becky Clark’s “Fiction Can Be Murder,” but I think Becky did a pretty good job getting the word out AND posting photos on FB already.
Got a new phone. Pretty much same as the old phone.
Realized I can’t math after 7 p.m. Or I’ve lost the ability to differentiate between 3 and 5.
Made a new breakfast dish that was completely meh.
My new (handheld and extremely cheap) spiralizer doesn’t work. No big surprise there, sometimes you don’t get what you don’t pay for.
Wrote a new first chapter and am much pleased with it. Hoping that critique group will feel the same.
I have a lot of thoughts on mopping, but…nevermind.