I rang a family member for their birthday and they wanted to know my news.
I guess anything would do - but I have no news. My views on politics and world events are unremarkable. My job is the same stuff as last year, just slightly worse-resourced. There are no promotions on the horizon, no improvements on the house. We're not going on holiday due to the cost-of-living crisis. The children seem happy enough in school - I'll find out at Parents' Evening.
I have no gossip. Nothing, other than the daffodils are looking good this year, and there are no trains next week.
It's partly that the immediate pressures of each day take up all my headspace. Besides that, there is genuinely nothing on my side that is interesting to report, other than 'the playdates clash this weekend' and 'the dentist is pleased with the children'. I think I used to find more to talk about, and don't know where it went. It's like a light switched out.
My AIBU is whether I'm unreasonable for just accepting this. I practice gratitude and appreciate all the small things, but they're nothing - literally - to write home about.