Was going to force myself to write something, probably about golf, or maybe about how I really needed to write something that didn’t fit into a Twitter post, or possibly a bit regarding the fact that when I do get blocked, it generally means my writing musculature has not been worked out properly in a while.
But none of that seems fun at the moment, as I’ve gotta follow the wife to the auto mechanic at some ungodly morning hour. So I’ll just wish Zac Fists a happy birthday and thank Tim and his wife Stacy Sandy (oof, sorry guys) for coming to hang out with us while we were up in Alabama, and try to figure one last clever Twitter post before bed.