Some days you just write some crap.
This is one of those days; deal with it.
I’ve been combing through a lot of old, unfinished drafts, to find something to polish up for today’s daily blog article, but none of them struck me as either polish-able–in a short period of time–or timely (one draft was about Salvation Army Christmas Kettles, for instance). So, I’m writing this article to say that I have nothing in particular to write about today.
We’re headed to a funeral this morning, with all that entails.
It’s raining outside, and thundering–which I love. There are birds chirping through the thunder, which is strange to me. It’s still dark outside; it’s 4:43am in St. Paul on this Thursday morning, May 26.
I will return tomorrow, with something more interesting to talk about… Episode #4 of Second Breakfast with Steve: Justin Finkelstein, the Walkin’ Dude and Connector of Man
this is day 21 of the Year Long, Daily Blog Experiment
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