The bad news is that I'm spending more and more time outdoors. Which means the house doesn't get cleaned and my poor blog feels neglected. I'm writing the occasional post for Scribbit, which is where I'm at today, so any free time not spent outside is used to perch my miniscule bottom on my chair and stare at the computer, while I silently beg myself to come up with something . . . ANYTHING . . . that won't compel readers to throw rotting vegetables at their screens.
I think I'd better go outside and clear my head.
Dinner last night: pulled pork sandwich
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