Sometimes when I sit here to write after dinner, my life seems so stuck in ordinariness that I don't know what to say. Don't get me wrong--I like my life. I went for a morning walk, did a couple loads of laundry, cleaned up the yard a bit, went for a nice massage, made dinner with Mr S, argued with the cat. A bright sunny day, interchangeable with many others. A good day, a day I would long for if I didn't have it.