Not a lot to say at the moment.

I hesitate to write anything at all. Because I hate feeling all gloomy and shit, and because anything I write could be used as evidence against me. (cue Arlo Guthrie for the rest of the massacre). Trust me, what’s rattling around my brain ain’t pretty.

So, hey, instead, let’s find some bright spots: I got some laundry folded last night. And did a couple of dishes. And I went for a run this morning. Only 2 1/2 miles, but still, I was out there instead of drooling on my pillow, so I count that as a win. I’m listening to Joe Walsh sing about the Rocky Mountain way as I type this, also a good thing.

The economic news is super depressing, so I’m trying not to read it (but I frequently slip). We are doing OK, and plan to keep doing that.

School is back, with a vengeance; I don’t suppose you’re supposed to get sick to your stomach when you (try to) help your son with his homework? No? Maybe it’s just me, then. My first grader is convinced she knows everything, of course. But then she’s always felt that way, I don’t think it has much to do with school.

Two days until the NFL kicks off, with the Steelers even. Gotta like that. Also, gotta buy chips.