The past few months have been characterized by an overwhelming desire to write nothing, and the proof of this lies in the piles of words that haven't appeared on the e-pages of this blog lately. Thirteen weeks of cluster headaches played no small role in this; sleep deprivation has a way of turning the mind to slush, or at least what's left of the mind during those infrequent headache-free interludes. Drooling and staring come easily, but writing does not.
Anyway, that's all over now. The systems are coming back on line, and although this doesn't necessarily mean I'll return to old ways — i.e. spraying my random thoughts all over this blog — it may result in . . . well, something. Words, maybe.
With a bit of luck, those words may even be arranged in ways that encourage comparisons to actual English sentences, although I'm sure no one will be holding his or her breath. Still, it could happen.
In the meantime, I'll leave you with a series of thought fragments designed to stimulate conversation during the awkward silence many of you will experience tomorrow during the course of your Valentine's Day date.
. . . three-minute egg . . . roofing nails . . . chocolate-enhanced acne . . . portable toilet . . . wine stain . . .
Good luck.
