I wish I had something to say. I really want to blog.
I considered writing something political, but that takes more courage and oomph than I have right now.
I've thought about writing down some random thoughts, but I don't really have any.
I thought about writing about mishaps I've been involved in, but I don't want to.
I don't want to write about sex, marriage, toes, wrinkles, the dog, my kids, or me.
I do want to say that so far today while I've been at work, I have spilled down the front of my shirt three times. Some people wear their feelings on their faces. I wear mine on my shirt.