I have nothing at all to say about my day.
We're a bunch of DNA-replicating machines wandering around on a little rock ball spinning around a very insignificant little star. The fatal microbe and the extinction-event asteroid are indifferent to us. And everywhere around the globe children are dying of nasty diseases, and brave men and women are dying in terror and pain.
We haven't been here long.
We're pretty small.
And there's a pretty good case to be made that we don't deserve to be here at all.
I think it's safe to say that the problems of one little person don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
But we're fragile, egotistical creatures, and I'm worried about tomorrow.