You know, the one that isn’t about anything.
It’s raining. Again.
Steve and Alex have the flu. Again.
The Olympics are on. Again.
I can’t think of anything to blog about. Again.
But we have wood for the fire.
And I don’t have the flu.
And women’s snowcross, my new favorite sport, is on.
And I am hoping you’ll come back tomorrow. I’ll be inspired.
One of the Buddhas from Indian Springs. I suspect he’d like me to be patient with myself.