I took two days off: catching up on sleep, dreaming, trying to figure out what I can write about. Today, another Monday, I don’t really have anything. Lots of details I could share about my physical health…but I don’t feel like explaining. TMI. TLDR. Ugh.
So yeah. I could spin around some words: nothing, no-thing, not a thing. Or make lists of the things I didn’t do, need to do, wish I’d done this weekend, last week, last month, last year. I could read the news and write angry responses. I could stop at 100 words and call it good.