Nothing happened today.
There were no disturbing revelations. No ghosts from anybody’s past. No mysterious shamanistic visitors. No aging hippie raconteurs. No relatives. No cartoon characters come to life. No socially conscious drag queens. No reggae singers. No stray animals. No job seekers. No pogo-stick photo ops. No pyrotechnics.
Absolutely nothing happened today.
Do I need to tell you how completely, utterly, blissfully OK I am with that?