Can't think of anything to write (16/100)

I wonder how many times this will happen in the next 84 days. I know I should write something because I said I would blog everyday and I've already missed one day, which will have to be made up at the end. The problem is I can't think of anything worth 200 or so words. I'm grateful for the positive conversations with colleagues I had at work today. I'm looking forward to climbing into bed in a few minutes. I'm relieved and thankful for the friend of a friend who has agreed to house- and pet-sit for us while we're away in a few weeks. None of that inspires me to write a great epistle. Maybe I'm too tired; maybe I wrote myself out this morning; maybe I should be writing this by hand if the NY Times article I read today is true. All in all, I'm sorry for this boring, rambly, more pointless than normal post.