It’s Monday night, I’ve got nothing to write. I’m sitting on my living room couch. The windows are open because it’s spring. I’m not wearing pants. I want to go to sleep. But I can’t do that until this blog post is done.

I was watching the Capitals and the Mets, switching between the two games. They both won. Both were good games.

I shaved my beard yesterday. Tonight I got a haircut. I look ten years younger. That always happens when I shave.

Fascinating stuff, am I right? Hey, man, it’s almost 11:00. Right now I’m all about word count.

See the featured image? The cat? Yeah, that was the first image on unsplash.com. That’s where I get all of my featured images for my blog posts. It’s a great, free stock image site. If you ever need a stock photo, I highly recommend it. Usually I try to pick an image that somehow relates to the thing that I’m writing about.

Not tonight. Tonight is about cranking this out so I can go to sleep.

What does a cat sitting on concrete have to do with anything? Hell if I know. It’s an image. I’m using it. (Incidentally it’s called “Tabby and the city” by Emre Gencer)

Mondays are the worst days to write. Fridays are the second worst.

Do you know how I know when I need a haircut? It’s not when my hair gets too long because I rarely grow it long anymore. It’s when I get 2-4 extra long eyebrow hairs. Tonight the guy shaved the hair off of my ears. These are my forties, friends.

It’s spring. I walked through my first street fair yesterday. It was on fifth ave in Brooklyn. Have you ever bought anything good at a street fair that wasn’t beer or food? And even the food I’m sure you regretted. And yet they trot these things out every year, weekend after weekend.

The Capitals are going to game seven. The Mets seemed to have stopped their tailspin. I am still not wearing pants.

Are we up to speed?

Good. I’m going to bed. I might wake up and run tomorrow after a two day rest after the half marathon.

We’ll see if that happens.