I can't think of a single thing of any significance that happened today. Well, that could go for most of my days, which is why I write so much about weather, but today even the weather was pretty much the same as yesterday's. Tomorrow's will probably be the same as today's, so I won't have anything to say tomorrow either, unless I get to go shopping, but so far I haven't heard anything from my potential source of transportation, and it's gotten pretty late, so I probably won't.
If I tried really hard I might be able to pull something out of my ass imagination, but I'm not expecting my imagination to start functioning again until about October. It has been boiled.