Sometimes there isn't much to say.
Sometimes one doesn't want to use words to fill up the dull spots in between the moments that are neither exciting nor mentionable just liveable.
Sometimes it's just another day at the office or, in my case, base gas station.
Sometimes the days on the calendar seem much further apart than they actually are.
Sometimes a government provided closet-size hotel can feel like a prison.
Sometimes spouses push each other's buttons for no other reason than the fact it's convenient.
Sometimes sex is just sex and the squabbling will still commence.
Sometimes a non-airconditioned rattling box of a vehicle is the perfect mode of transportation in a foreign country.
Sometimes I ramble too much.