I have no words today.
I don’t know why not. I planned to write a witty (yet perceptive) report of the girls’ ballet recital. I wanted to include a recap of Sam’s Tball game that captured the essence of four-year-old Tball. (Chaos is the essence, in case you’re wondering.)
But I just got back from Kansas where my a surgeon repaired my dad’s artery, which was 99% blocked.
I think I used all my words on prayers.
And so here are several dozen words.
About nothing.
