[I] wish I could think of a better idea for this post.
The last thing I was surprised by isn’t my story to tell.
I don’t feel like I should give a review on the three books I’m reading since I haven’t finished any of them yet.
My story about the time I slept on the Couch of Death has been posted for years. The last time was almost a repeat of the same story, and I didn’t know if a repost is against Writer’s Workshop rules.
I have not posted a picture to Instagram this month. The one photo I posted in April was an old one, and I have not tackled any spring cleaning.
Like I said, I wish I could think of a better idea for this post.
Maybe next time.