“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 a glowing screen.

I’m racking my brain, trying to do two things at once: (A) preserve the day for my memory, and (B) be just entertaining enough that, if someone happens to read it, they won’t yawn in boredom.

Mostly, though, this is my very public diary.

I try to put down the highlights of the day so that 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.”

So blogging is for my memory (boring days and all), but I also think there’s a little bit of a frustrated writer lurking somewhere in my depths.

There isn't much I can say about today.

This was another town day finished and behind us.
Though not as early as last week, we were still able to arrive home by 1 p.m.

Do y’all like McDonald’s McRibs?
They’re back for a limited time, Cowboy just loves those things.
They were good when they first came out.
I think the years they were out, I was either a teen who ate anything that didn’t eat me first or pregnant, also 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 I didn’t hear a peep out of him.

Cowboy had to have chicken feed, so while he was in Tractor Supply, Badger and I went to Goodwill.
A sign on the door read “cash only,” and I almost never carry cash these days.

Luckily, I had a little on me.
Badger found nearly new hiking boots, and I discovered a tie-dye trash can with a foot pedal lid.

I keep a small trash can by the Keurig for old pods, but it’s open, and Lady has a habit of digging into it.
Hopefully she doesn’t figure out the foot pedal, honestly, it’s not as crazy as it sounds.
Heron already taught her how to close doors, and she’s scary smart.

Once we got home, well, the rest of the day has been the same as every other day.

Cowboy works, of course.

Raven went out and tried to change the oil in his car but quickly gave up.
Cowboy’s sons did not inherit his fixing abilities.
He came in and headed to his room.
He ran around today instead of sleeping, so I imagine he was more than ready for a nap.

Badger was in her room while I played on the computer.

It started to rain, but Badger and I still took a short walk around the block.
Raven loves burning incense, but Badger and I are sensitive to strong fragrances.
Since we both get headaches, we decided a little fresh air would 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 grabbed supper and turned on the TV.
We got caught up in our series, and now it’s almost midnight and the man is still alive.
I know he’s supposed to die soon (I googled it), but not tonight.

I’m heading to bed.

I will have to wake up early to move out the dog beds, the food, and the water fountains from the living room.
The bathroom hampers will need to go in the tub.

There’s a few small things that have to be done, but nothing huge like last time.