Tuesday's End.

I got nothing for you. I don't feel sexy or thoughtful or clever. I feel mostly tired and peevish. There are places I'd rather be and people I'd rather be with.

Despite how much you would like to hear about it, I'm not in the mood to dwell in it. As a friend and I have lamented, not feeling depressed is a precarious state. All too easily I could swim back down into the depths, sunk by a million annoyances. Today, essentially, was a good day. Let's think of the happy things instead.

This is the most hilarious thing that happened today:

I locked myself and my son out of the house so I had the chance to scale the facade to climb in the window and tumble, all cat-burgler-like, onto the couch. I emerged victorious from the front door, with the keys. My son held his little Thomas lunchbox and laughed and jumped up and down on the lawn.

Goodnight.