Since retirement, my father's signature phrase (after "creep bastard," which is reserved for drivers who cut him off) has been "Where did the day go?" Meaning: I've been futzing with trivia all day long, accomplished nothing and now it's time to go to bed.
About 30 years too soon, I find myself saying that all too often. These days when I say that I've probably been blogging, or reading blogs. Saturday I was paralyzed from doing much of anything after an undeserved (but most welcome!) "Heh" had me alternately refreshing my site meter and picking my jaw up from the floor. Today, I'm not sure what I've been doing: Thinking about blogging?
Ah well, there's always tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.
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