I don't know

What does one write in a blog? I could keep talking about my writing career, my struggles to understand this industry, but that bores even me.
The guy that cuts my grass is here. He's running the blower right now. Exciting huh? I'm retired from thirty five years in construction. The excessive noise has left me with a wicked case of Tinitis. My ears ring constantly. Wish I'd have used some noise protection.
Wouldn't it be nice to go back in time and warn yourself about such things? Would you live a different life, or would you fall right back into your old self, like a well worn glove?
My wife is on her tablet in the family room. She's looking up recipes. Both of our cats are asleep, one of them on the chair beside me. Exciting, huh?
Well, it's been a marvelous break in my day sharing these random thoughts with whomever might read this. Maybe I'll try again tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have something more profound to say, but I doubt it.