There are days when I sit down to write in my comfy Ikea chair, with a mondo mug of coffee beside me, laptop on my lap, and… nothing. I draw a complete blank. My head is totally empty of ideas and my soul is completely free of inspiration.
Zero. Nada. Nyet. Nothing. A complete void.
It’s a totally average day here at the House of Peevish. So what is there to write about on days like this? I have no adoption news to tell. I have no adventures in cat management or stories of delectably baked goods or misadventures of human interaction. It’s Wednesday, and even garbage day has been uneventful so far — although The Mayor is strangely not at work today, and has been overly attentive to his garbage this morning, so there may be something there. But I am afraid to go outside for fear he might spot me and — *gasp* — feel compelled to speak to me.
And it’s too early to have actually DONE anything yet. Well, unless you are Duncan, in which case there’s been plenty of time to poop a giant poop and then run around the house like a cheerful Tasmanian devil, bowling over elderly sisters and leaving puncture wounds in human feet and skidding across the tile, finally collapsing into a semi-alert fuzzy mass in a sunbeam in some improbable yoga position. Or Bubby, who has had breakfast AND second breakfast already, and had been down into the basement several times to yell at the litter boxes.
I am sure there are many people, too, who have been very productive by this time and are positively brimming with inspiration and ideas. Like my lovely neighbour, who has no doubt gotten all three of her boys up and out, as well as gone for a 5 km walk, cleaned her house to a shine, baked a cake, and built an addition on her house by now, all while looking fabulous. But it is still on the a.m. side of the clock; ergo, I am still about as alert as a soap dish.
So what does one write about when lacking inspiration?
Considering I broke the blog last night (although thankfully not the ENTIRE internet, as I am so often wont to do), and we were up until half past holy-crap-it’s-late futzing with computers, I guess it’s a good thing I am able to post at all. So you would think I’d be raring to go and full of stories and information. And yet? Not so much.
Could I complain about not having gotten a referral yet? Sure. Could I moan about all the work that I want to do around the house? Of course. Could I bitch about the hit we have to take in taxes this year from cashing in investments for our adoption? Undoubtedly. Could I post a laundry list of the thirty million things that have to be fixed on my car? Sure. Could I write One. More. Time. about the minutiae of my life? Well, obviously. Could I be ANY MORE BORING in doing so? I doubt it.
Oh well. I guess there’s just nothing to write about today.
But if I come up with something, I will let you know.