I left no notes for my diary entry today.
I can only assume I had a perfectly ordinary day, doing perfectly ordinary things, and thinking perfectly ordinary thoughts. I would have finished my perfectly ordinary job for the day, returned to my perfectly ordinary home, and had a perfectly ordinary dinner. After this I probably enjoyed a perfectly ordinary evening before retiring to bed in a perfectly ordinary kind of a way.
Yes. All perfectly ordinary. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. Absolutely nothing at all.