It’s these middle days that are life. They are at least the bulk of life and what holds life together. These days when you can’t really answer the question: So, what has happened today? Of course you know, of course something has happened, but you, like I, know that the answer the questioner is looking for has nothing to do with that you got up, had breakfast, went to work. The answer to those types of questions should always be a little sensational (maybe that is why people make up stuff or just lie but that’s another discussion). Today I have had one of those day. Up to now that is. I have no idea what the evening holds. I’m not going to share anything specific with you, then. An ordinary day, all in all good.