I’m stewing over several ideas, and I’m having a hard time grappling with them. I spent all afternoon trying to make sense of my thoughts, and finally gave up. Surely my husband could read my mind and help me make sense of my thoughts where I could not. Alas. My thoughts are heretofore unintelligible, even for one as brilliant as my dear husband.
Perhaps I’ll write tomorrow about something innocuous, like cheese bread, or the state of my garden. Now those would be exciting topics.