Every time I open this blog-- which isn't often, because I keep forgetting what the name of it is, and the password, and it takes me ten minutes to find it, and by then I am pissy and out of the mood-- I realize I have nothing to say.

All day long, I read articles, or I talk to people, and I think secret profound thoughts with the intention of later recounting them here with much relish and in memorable literary style.

But it's all gone.

Maybe if I begin with this admission, it will allow me to move on.