blank stares

Bill came down stairs to find me staring at my laptop screen. He said, "I can't think of anything either."

He didn't have to explain, I knew he meant blogging.

Sometimes the blank screen just stares back.

Thoughts that were running through your head mere minutes ago vanished like the bottles of wine in our house.

It doesn't help that I'm distracted by Ellen.

And the sun, which keeps peaking out from behind the dark clouds.

And Ellen giving away free gas.

And my pretty Valentine flowers that are sitting on the mantle.

And that tomorrow is Friday.

Maybe by then I'll have thought of something to write about.