Sometimes one’s life isn’t conducive to blogging. Stuff is happening, including stuff inside my brain, but none of it actually seems musterable into a blog post. I even woke up in the middle of the night wondering if I could blog about the dream I just had about my three roommates learning to surf, but their surfboards were attached to dental floss which was, at that moment, being run through my teeth. See, I told you. You already know too much.
So I am off to work, and will see if some blog magic comes my way. In the meantime, feel free to hang with the Tobster. Not a bad compromise, for any of us.
Backatcha tomorrow.
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