In my efforts (?) to have some sort of routine that keeps me off the sofa and requires me to get dressed every day I have set a writing schedule. Sometimes I post what's up on my blog and other days I file it away in my notes for my future memoir. (Though the term "memoir" seems a little grandiose given how it is presently structured.)
I went through my notes and there's nothing from them that I feel is interesting enough to share and my life as late has been in the dictionary definition of "uneventful".
Nothing funny has happened.
Nothing ironic.
Nothing exciting, other than a phone interview for a job I really want, has happened.
I have clean laundry and food for dinner.
What do you have?
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