As I sit here and ponder my next post, I thought I might as well make a couple of comments on, well, not really having anything to say.
I know it comes as a shock, but there are mornings when I sit down at the computer, cuppa cuppa joe in hand, and stare at this screen, my mind as blank as the Ethics section of Enron's executive handbook. It's frustrating, to say the least, but it's nonetheless the truth.
See? It happened again. Right there. I'm on a roll for a sentence or two and then - BAM - the spigot is shut off and my brain runs dry. If you listen closely (which is admittedly difficult as you're not really in the room with me), you can almost hear the gears grinding their way to a dusty halt.
I can already see that today is going to be a difficult one for this blog. It's going to look out at me from it's little hiding place on the web with big, weepy eyes asking for some attention. Just a picture, or some recipe that I lifted from a website Cindy McCain-style, and I'll look back and say "I got nothin', man. Nothin".
So for all you readers out there, hang in there with me. I can feel inspiration coming on.
I can feel it.