Usually I can find something to write about each day--whether it is something funny that happened or some resurfaced memory. But I've got nothing. Has there been nothing? Am I missing things? Inspiration: gone.
Still, there is a need to write.
Today: played, cleaned, folded, watched, fixed, cooked, listened, read, talked. Did not exercise. Did not yell (as much).
What's your story?

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Spent way too much time on the computer (blogged). Picked up my daughter from school with a towel around my shoulders. Boys had towels, too. We even brought her one to wear. It's Towel Day (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy).
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