Blah

I really want to write something, but I don't know what to write. The end of a hard week, but the snow held off till this evening. I sat here thinking and thinking, with no flashes of inspiration. So this will be just a lousy entry about nothing. The girls will be hungry. Mary Ellen has been at musical practice. I'm pondering whether to wake my husband to go out. I hear car doors slamming. The girls are home.