I’ve been sitting here, for the last hour, trying to determine what to write tonight.
I listened to High School Musical 2, playing on my son’s iPad (gotta love Netflix). I watched an episode of Land of the Lost as Mark introduced our five year old to an episode (who knew you could stream YouTube through a blu-ray player?!?). I comforted the dog, in hopes that she won’t pee on the floor during yet another thunder storm. I did a bit of online window shopping, looking for shoes that might not chew up my feet as the pair I selected for today did. But have I come up with anything interesting to write? Nope.
As I was sitting here, staring blankly at my computer screen with my chin propped up on my hands, I noticed something crawling on one of my fingers. I jumped about three feet in the air, flinging the bug (or whatever it was…could have been a baby sleestak for all I know), and pulling something in my back.
I think I’m done. Monday is officially over.