Whatever this thing is that I’m doing right now—this writing—I don’t have a goal for it.

I did not write a post yesterday. By strict standards, I did not reach the goal of writing every day for a week. I could argue that since I wrote five things in five days, I wrote for a work week. Or I could just accept the fact that I failed at that specific goal.

Sometimes the best end to a day is to is an episode or two of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

I spent a lot of time this weekend working on a project that I don’t know will go anywhere.