So, it's all fine. Nothing bothersome. Nothing fabulous. I think I call times like this the doldrums.
So, what do used condoms in the alley behind my apartment mean? I see two every day on the way to work. They are disintegrating; however, I'm thinking: people have sex in the alley? or is it a drive-by throw-away. And then, I walk four or five blocks and see a trojan box - empty and stepped upon.