Writer’s block. I have writer’s block. I am looking at this blank page of paper, wondering what to blog about, and the idea section of my brain is vacant.
I could write about...no, not that…
Or I could, um, maybe…
Or…
Nope, I’ve got nothing.
(Sigh) Well, I suppose I could tell you about my day. I got up this morning after sleeping in a bit (it was 8 am). I went downstairs, made some coffee in the French press, then ground some oatmeal and made homemade waffles. After watching a little TV, I changed the sheets on the bed and talked to a good friend on the phone, as well as my oldest daughter. I ate soup and a sandwich for lunch, cleaned part of my bedroom, then had a baked potato with some beans for supper. I also made sure to get in all of my steps on my Fitbit.
All in all, it was an ordinary day, nothing big or special — just ordinary. There is so much that happens on an ordinary day.
The page is no longer blank; it was quite a full day.