A blog about nothing

Over nearly four years and 98 posts (yes, I just counted), I’ve been blogging about the minutiae of daily life.

Jerry Seinfeld made a show about nothing. For nine seasons and 180 episodes he mused aloud. He connected dots in such a way that the whole was greater than the sum of the parts. He made us feel less alone.

Minutae are the small, precise, or trivial details of something. Minutiae are niceties, subtleties and finer points. They’re particulars, specifics. Trivialities, trifles, technicalities. Nonessentials. Informal deets. But they do add up!

I’m no Seinfeld, but minutiae are my friends.

It’s the last day of February and I’ve posted nothing in nearly a month. I’m afraid I’ve got nothing to say.

But hang on.

It’s been a long hot miserable minute since COVID upended our lives. So today, I’ll tell you I’m struggling. And I wonder if you are too.

I write this blog about nothing in hopes it gives us something. I hope it’s a place where we can sort and order the pangs and longings that would otherwise go whizzing by—unnoticed or unappreciated.

I hope it connects us to one other.

That’s not nothing—is it?

[Read my more truthful/morning after follow up here.]