EMPTY. My mind is a blank on which I shall not write.
Yup, that’s me this morning. Half asleep … and now that I look, it’s already afternoon. My brain is not seething with ideas, though visions of pillows and soft beds dance in my head. Ah sweet friends, I’m going to let this day slip by.
I shall play frivolous games, put my feet up, have another cup of coffee and enjoy the glorious mindless emptiness of my usually too-busy brain.
Tomorrow, as Candide so well put it (or was it Scarlett O’Hara?), is another day.