This is truly bizarre. Usually, I go about my day and watch what happens around me, constantly thinking how I can work it into a blog or wondering when I'll have time to make it into a blog. Whenever I do get a chance at the computer, I feel like I'm racing through as fast as I can so I can get back to a crying kid, a hungry husband, or some other menial task that makes up my life.
Not today. Kids are sleeping. Husband is occupied with the XBox. The computer is all mine. And I have absolutely nothing to say. Nada. Zip. Zilch. No funny atecdote. No meaningless story about some silly experience. Nothing.
Maybe the moon is out of whack or something.