The other day I was sitting in the bathtub staring at my toes. I had been cold all day, and I was happily watching my toes and fingers change from pale purple-blue to bright splotchy red. I'd just stopped shivering and was beginning to be uncomfortably hot. Such a state induces reflection, such reflection induces blog.
But now that I'm at it and the house is finally quiet I find I don't have anything to say. There were ideas, thoughts. Pretty cohesive ones, too. But they're gone now. All that's left is a vague impulse to write, and it's hardly fair to put you through a vague impulse.
Hm... Still nothing...
