There are days like today that I sit here and tap the keys and nothing comes out. There seems nothing to say, or everything I have to say is mundane or cliché.
I gave Emile the chance to tell me what he thought was extra-ordinary from March 31st. I thought you might like to know what he thought was extra-ordinary (well, actually, I was hoping he’d solve my problem). He answered, “Hmmm. Well, we got up. Worked out. Got bored. Crashed our friends’ house. Ate dinner there. Watched a movie. Came home” pause. “Sorry, love”. I guess he doesn’t think things are extra-ordinary unless a unicorn comes prancing by.
Um, yeah, I guess that is what we did. Should I accept that some days do not have extra-ordinary in them? No, I shouldn’t. I am going to keep getting better at this.
March 31st, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: No Dancing Elves or Sasquatches. Just a good day and that is already extra-ordinary.