The Muses, should they exist at all, must be on a day trip......or two.
There are days I struggle - not just to write, but in general. This would be one those days. I suppose I could write, should I be able think of a subject.
Politics depresses me. Politics adjacent things might depress me more.
I suppose I should know it would turn into nothing. My morning 5 miler yielded nothing. Somehow my watch recorded nothing. I got no stats. I got no credit. I mean, did it even happen? Bother.
So, now it's time for dessert then bed.
Song by: Graham Parker