March 18th 2018
Today it snowed, et cetera. I didn’t get to play golf. We were stuck inside. Alice is really poorly so I walked up to the garage to get some cough medicine. And that’s all I have to say about my day.
Sometimes stories are better left untold, and sometimes there’s no story to tell. I’m feeling more and more, recently, that there are no stories to tell any more.
Until tomorrow, you might have noticed.