My mind is blank. I’ve haven’t written a new post in quite some time because not a new thought has come to me. I’m thought-less. This happens to me every once and a while; my brain shuts down any new critical thinking. It’s the summer, so maybe like the rest of America it’s on vacation. A temporary plant shut down and a mandatory leave of absence. I’m bothered by it.
I should be able to write something pithy about Congress’s inability to put aside their individual wants and act for the good of the nation.
I should be able to write something encouraging for the troops who continue to fight against a ghost-like foe with the morals of an anvil.
I should be able to write something scathing about banks who show huge profits only because they have sold off assets and laid off employees; and about Wall Street who finds these gains somehow encouraging.
I should be able to write something clever discussing how I fixed the toilet in room 16. Down goes the whale!
I should be able to write something critical about the Red Sox furiously frustrating ability to leave men on third with less than two outs.
I should be able to write something. Anything. But I can’t. It’s summer, and my mind is on vacation.