The fact is, my log looks barren because it is barren.
My only consistent log entry has been my weight, as I track the slow downsizing from the holiday feasting. One pound down, two pounds up, another pound down: a net change of 0.3 pounds.
All this talk about logs makes me think of one thing: What rolls downs stairs, alone or in pairs, and over your neighbor's dog?
It's L-O-G, bitches!
Also comes in Spanish!
Wherein we trash talk like old times.
Answer: I know how you feel. It's almost as bad as a "blogger" who only posts twice a month.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. And so is the latest winter storm warning. Bundle up and have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!