I don't have much to say, today.
I'm kind of tired of trying to dig for profound or interesting words, on the days when I've given all my thoughts and words to other things.
Some days, like today, I don't belong to this page, I belong to my husband and our front porch and the rain, to my good friends and my home and my dog and our future, too.
If I come empty handed, it's because I emptied myself somewhere else.
And I'm not sorry.