Here I am. Somehow. I innocently grab a pen and sit on the porch I have paper. I have my phone. I have ice tea. I take the phone and pick the first race. I attempt to write numbers on my paper. Nothing I draw a line on my leg I draw a line on my chair. The wall. The floor. Lines everywhere. I will be cleaning tomorrow. Not a thing on the paper. I more than likely will do the same tomorrow at the Spa, but does the pen have to rub it in?