Not speechless. Just currently not in the possession of words. Which is not a great position for, you know, a writer.
It happens to all of us sometimes, though. The rivers of thought go dry, and the beds seem picked clean. Any debris there is tangled and uninteresting.
Maybe the answer is more coffee.
And yet I haven’t gotten more coffee.
Quite the dilemma. Only one that’s easily fixed.
It’s brightly sunny today, the kind of day that makes you think spring is possible, only it’s laughing at us because it’s still pretty cold. Ha ha, is all the wind has to say.
The wind in Chicago has a mean streak.
I’m off to rummage around for a vocabulary, wherever one can be found. You have the most wonderful of Wednesdays.
