oday’s big excitement was washing the dog, who has been overdue for a bath for some time. He was not happy about it, but then, he never is. My energy is gone, so that took a good deal out of me, and I didn’t get to the laundry and other chores I was planning on carrying out during the course of the day. Maybe tomorrow will be better, always assuming that it ever comes.
Coherence seems beyond me at the moment, and even the effort of pulling something out of the files proved too much for me this thirteenth day of June in the year 12017 of the Holocene Era. I keep hoping for better things, but my heart isn’t in it. Or up to it, for that matter.