A random babble?
An anecdote?
A paintstaking recount of the days events?
A single moment, infused with meaning and countless adjectives and stretched far beyond its original shelf-life?
A poem? (not likely)
A diatribe against some person or thing or perceived obstruction to the living of my life?
A confession of my fears? my sins? my embarassments? my guilty pleasures? my character flaws? the things I did when I was 12?
How do I resolve to approach today's diary entry?
A list of questions designed to fulfill the perceived yet unsubstantiated obligation (need?) to maintain a diary, rather than sharing all of the intense but pleasant feelings emanating somewhere from the center of my universe?
A cat story?
Yes.
I arrived home from work around 5:40. No sooner had I pushed open the front door at the bottom of the stairs than I heard her call out: "Meow?" (Is that you?)
"Yes, it's me." (Meow.)