I don't have much to say. It would make my posts much more alluring if I proclaimed confidently that I had something of import to say. Well.... I could probably come up with something. Perhaps even valid observations.
The fact is, however, I'm tired, and I don't feel like thinking. Except perhaps in the very small capacity required to come up with fun words to use in sentences.
Today was a victorious day in several capacities, one of the foremost being cleaning up the trash heap that disguised my desk. Very good. I'm thrilled about it.
And I'd like to write here (if nowhere else) about writing or some other such thing, but my heart is tired and I need to rest. It's Sunday tomorrow too and I want to have it ready for church.
Okay, well, this only is only surpassed by a few other posts in its lack of profundity, but the act of posting itself has been profound... and as I said, I'm tired.
Love ya k bye.