“I can write best in the silence and solitude of the night, when everyone has retired.” — Zane Grey

I sit at my desk late at night, looking at a blank post on this glowing screen. 
I’m trying to do two things at once: remember the day for myself and make it interesting enough that, if somebody reads it, they won’t get bored.

Mostly, this is just my diary, but public. 
I write down the highlights so next year or the year after I can look back and say, “Oh yeah, that’s what I did,” or “Oh right, that’s what happened.” 
Blogging’s mainly for my memory, boring days and all, though maybe there’s a little frustrated writer in me somewhere too.

Not much to say about today.
Another town day, done and over with. 
We got home before one p.m., not as early as last week.

I don’t know if y’all like the McRib, but Cowboy loves those things. 
They were good when they first came out, but back then I was either a teenager who ate anything that didn’t eat me first or pregnant and eating anything that didn’t move
Cowboy hates McDonald’s, but he agreed to stop there instead of Burger King today. 
I surprised him with his McRib, and he didn’t make one peep about it. 
He just ate it without any complaints.

Cowboy needed chicken feed, so while he was in Tractor Supply, Badger and I ran into Goodwill. 
There was a sign on the door, cash only, and of course I almost never have cash, but I had just enough on me today. 
Badger found a pair of almost-new hiking boots, and I ended up with a tie-dye trash can with a foot pedal.
 I keep a little trash can by the Keurig for old pods, but it’s open and Lady likes to dig in it. 
Maybe she won’t figure out the foot pedal, though knowing her, she might. 
Heron already taught her how to close doors, and she’s scary smart.

Once we got home, the rest of the day was the same as always. 

Cowboy went to work. 

Raven went out to change the oil in his car and gave up pretty quick. 
Cowboy’s boys did not get his fixing skills.
He came in and went straight to his room. 
He’d been running around all day instead of sleeping, so I figure he was worn out. 

Badger was in her room, and I was on the computer.

It started raining, but Badger and I still walked around the block.
Raven loves burning incense, but Badger and I are sensitive to strong smells. 
We were getting headaches, so Badger figured if we took a little walk and got some fresh air it might help.

We came home and looked around, and decided that since the exterminator didn’t go in the bedrooms or the laundry room last time, we didn’t have to tear the house apart this time.

We ate supper and turned on the TV. 
We got into our show again, and now it’s almost midnight and the man is still alive. 
I know he’s supposed to die soon because I looked it up, but it sure wasn’t tonight.

I’m heading to bed. 
I’ll get up early to move the dog beds, food, and water fountains out of the living room. 
The bathroom hampers have to go in the tub. 
A few little things need doing, but nothing big like last time.