Friday

I don't have anything to say today. I'm not sure why. I certainly have had plenty to say on all those other days. Maybe it's time for a break. Maybe an hour from now I'll be typing compulsively again, but right now I don't have anything to say. That should be OK, right? Not really surprising, I'd think. There's no reason to expect that I'll have something to say on a daily basis.

I suspect it has something to do with that incredibly black cloud that is coming right toward my window. Surely there is rain in it. And this wonderful possibility leaves all other thoughts in the background.

It might rain. And I don't have anything else to say.