Do you ever have an idea in your head, whether it’s a poem, or a novel, or a new art piece, or even something that would just make life a little easier like that guy who invented toaster tongs?
I spent an hour walking around the neighborhood today. Staying in one place all day makes me grumpy. It’s not just me, it’s my whole family. There’s something in our genes that starts to go haywire right at the 24-hour mark.
Commuting sucks.
My fiancé heard a noise, which means our day is shot to hell until he can find the source. He’s in the attic right now. Searching.
I’ve been watching my fiancé scratch at a spot on the couch for the last 45 seconds. He’s not sure how it got there, but it’s definitely on his side.