I surveyed my family for ideas for today’s post.
The Supermoon. I have nothing to say about it. It’s a hot topic, but not one to scratch out one hundred and fifty words to.
Curses. Another weak idea for a post. Is this supposed to cover magic-style curses or to focus on the oppositional views that become corrupt? I have nothing more.
Bill Belichick. Although he looked like an oversized garden gnome at tonight’s game, that is about all I could muster about him.
Writing every. stinking. day. Sometimes just stinks. Sorry, Loyal Reader. It’s me, not you.