My day was pretty full, and I've been preoccupied with anticipated changes in my life. I told myself I'd write my post when I got home, but the truth is I knew I'd likely be spent and would likely be late getting it done. True to my nature, I got home, thought to take a short nap and then write. What I did was continue reading To Kill A Mockingbird, which with less than 100 pages to go, I was far more interested in reading than writing.
So nothing even mildly entertaining or terribly revealing tonight. Of course you could argue my inaction is evidence that I am easily distracted; this is true. I confess.