Writer's block

Oy, writer’s block and I’m not even a writer yet.  Sure my mind, such as it is, whirls with all manner of stuff but none of it will coalesce into anything that interests me, let alone you.  I’ve had a good run though, 5 articles that took a combined 16 hours to write and now it’s been longer than that and all I can think about is playing solitaire while waiting for Jon Stewart to come on.  That man has it made: he plays the court jester while delivering fake news that actually informs.  And he gets paid for it.  Then there’s Glen Beck: he too delivers fake news and gets paid for it but we’re never actually informed.  How do you choose?  Personally, I like NPR, but I don’t actually drive all that much and we don’t have a functioning radio in the house so we only get the straight skinny when we go to the doctors.  But that works because our doctors are two and a half hours away in the ‘BIG’ city and unless we are listening to our ‘Chinese for Dummies’ CD, we get informed.  We go to the doctors at least every three months: I see a Cardiologist and an Internist while she only sees an Internist.  It never takes long, a couple of hours tops, and then it’s off to McAlister's Deli for lunch followed by some lite shopping.  They make a hot pastrami on rye at McAlister's that’s to die for boobala.  Who would have thought to open a Jewish Deli in St. Louis already?  And with an Irish name?  St. Louis is predominantly French-Catholic mixed with German-Catholic with a few Protestants thrown in just to keep things interesting.  But I digress.  We were talking about writer’s block, weren’t we?  And guess what?  Still nothing, bupcus, zilch, nada, nil, zip, diddlysquat, rien, but you get the picture.  Usually I like to talk about politics: it’s my favorite topic that I actually know nothing about, but that’s never stopped me.  I also like to talk about me, but today I didn’t even see my reflection in the mirror---that was weird. Maybe that’s just part of the seven-year’s bad luck you get when you break one.  So, where were we?  Oh yeah, writer’s block.  Nope, nothing yet, maybe it’s time for Jon Stewart.  No?  Oh well.  Let me ruminate and cogitate a bit and maybe something will occur to me to write about.  If not maybe I’ll just post some cute pictures of cats doing normal things with strange unrelated captions.  Nope, I think that’s been done already.  Sheesh, oy vey, and all that too.

Maybe tomorrow.