Nothing.

The halls of my brain are echoing with emptiness.

The cupboard’s bare.
The refrigerator’s empty.

You get the idea.

I sat around and waited for something to bubble up to the top.

That usually works.

Nothing.
The brain’s dead.

I went through my mental list of things that piss me off.
It’s too long and I got sleepy and needed a nap.

The wife is always good for some amount of words.
This week – nothing.

She’s been on her best behavior.
It’s wonderful.

Even my imaginary friends aren’t talking to me.

It happens to us all.

There are the occasional days when neutral seems to be the gear we’re in.

Better now than in some meeting when the boss asks for an intelligent answer to something.

I’m coming up dry so I take a pass on today’s column.

Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe not.

I need to get more grumpy.
That usually works.

Somebody give me some grief.