At the end of the day

At the end of the day when I sit down to write I think of all the writable thoughts I had over the course of the day.

First of all, “at the end of the day” is a tired saying these days.  It used to mean “when all is said and done” but was so overused that it means nothing anymore.

But here, I mean at the end of the day — my day. For me, today it is about 8:30 pm. Time to shut off the laptop and chill or veg or read. But quit using the Internet.

So, at the end of my day I think about the various thoughts I had during the day that began with, ‘I could blog this’. One has to do with my playthings as a kid.

I was  pretty normal. I had dolls and books and normal things to play with, but I also amused myself with kind of weird objects. Like oil paints and spark plugs. I’m planning on writing about my more unusual playthings at some point in the near future.

Stay tuned, as they used to say.

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