It’s true! Even after more than 300 daily posts, it happens some days that I forget to write. Or well. Almost forget. You’d expect it to have become a routine by now. Forget it. If I don’t force myself to write, I won’t. My mind is lazy like that. This may sound weird, but I’m the laziest guy in the world. Always looking for an out. Looking for reasons not to do things. Trying to take the easy road. And on an evening like this – a rare event – where the kids fell asleep early and quickly, and we had all evening to ourselves, you bet that my mind was not thinking of writing. It wanted out. Of course, as soon as I dragged my ass to bed, I remembered. Fuck. A post. My mind wasn’t prepared. But I’m too proud to let it slip. Perfectionism trumps laziness… I will use this silly excuse to squeeze out this horrible stinker of a post. I’ve said it before. Some days it’s not about content, just about words. And that’s fine, too! I will write something good some day, I promise. Good night.