Sorry, but some days of mine simply are more mundane than others. Woke up, later than ideal. Rushed through my breakfast of eggs, packed the accompanying buttered toast in my lunch, gulped down coffee, started the car, napped for 15 minutes, left work, came home, and now, here we are.
Since I take the precaution of not talking about work other than the vaguest of details, that's all I've got. No special events other than family night, no special thoughts that I can recall.
Just the standard mafia delusions of grandeur.