Man, I've got nothing. The days flow by and like the rest of us, I can barely tell one from another. Yesterday I got up, worked a while in my office, then came downstairs and had the last bowl of my ham and potato soup for mmm, I guess it was brunch. I took pictures of Bob. Did some more work. I curled up with Leo and Ernie to watch Mandalorian and Lego Masters. Realized I'd made a mistake in something I sent out so sent it out again. Turns out it still had a mistake. I could not fucking win yesterday. Read that Wreckless Eric has coronavirus. Worried. Sent Amy Rigby a message saying we were sending our love. Finished watching Lego Masters. Somehow, suddenly it was 7:00 at night. How did that happen? I've been eating horribly and feeling lousy as a result so I made myself a nice dinner. Others don't share my love of scallops so they had frozen pizza.

I can't tell if I'm physically tired or mentally tired. Either way, I went to bed early.

Onward.

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Thoughts?