As usual, after a big holiday weekend, I have nothing to write about today.
So I guess I’ll just write about nothing.
Which, for me, isn’t far from the truth on most days.
And you would think after all the hub bub, there would be something…but there isn’t.
Which is fine.
I can work with nothing.
Nothing is simple.
Nothing is easy.
Nothing is…well, nothing.
So, I don’t have a problem with nothing.
Except the poor grammar.
Nothing makes for a quiet day.
In fact, I could do nothing for a week, and not even break a sweat.
Well, I shouldn’t say that.
Nothing is prone to complication…at least some of the time.
Like when nothing gets confused with anything.
Many times, if I’m doing nothing… I’m up for anything.
And that can get weird.
Because sometimes, if nothing matters…anything goes.
And that can take a while.
So there goes nothing.
Mostly because, and I know I don’t have to tell you, searching for anything can definitely ruin a good day…especially if you’re trying to do nothing…at least, sometimes, if it’s something that seems somewhat important.
Of course, sometimes, nothing complicates anything…especially if it’s a weekend.
Which is exactly the point.
Welcome to my world….
All I know is, I started out writing about nothing, and now, sometimes, anything feels like it can just jump into the middle of the whole thing…and sometimes, anything, can be hard to grasp.
You know…especially if nothing is involved.
Which can be something….
And that’s nothing to sneeze at.
Which brings us back to the beginning…even though it’s the end.
There’s nothing to write about today.
Which I just did…because, like I said, sometimes, anything goes.
One way or another.
But that’s a topic for some other day.
When I’m done doing nothing….