It’s one-thirty in the morning, and I’d rather go to bed than write tonight’s blog. Therefore, in an effort to both be authentic and listen to my tired body, that’s what I’m going to do (go to bed). Still, since I’m in the habit of writing about my life (every day, every damn day) and drawing a musing or conclusion about it, the perfectionist in me won’t let me get away with simply stating, “I’m tired–good night–adieu, adieu, to you and you and you” without commentary. But again, I’m worn out and need to keep this brief, so I’ve come up with a compromise, which looks like this introductory paragraph, then the following short poem (by me).

Simplicity
Today was a lovely day,
And I don’t have much else to say.
(That’s okay.)