the mailbox is closed

I'm sorry, I won't be sending anything today.  I don't have a thing to

write.  I think my mind is blank, empty, drained, or plugged.  Maybe

it's just too cluttered or noisy to find what I'm looking for. I'm not a

very good housekeeper.  I can't describe it, but I'll know it when I see

it.  I think I will.  It would make everything so much more complicated

if I wouldn't, so I'll assume that I would.  An insubstantial foundation

is better than none at all.  That's my philosophy, or it would be if I

had one.  Maybe it wouldn't.  I hope I didn't burn anything out.  That

could ruin my whole week.

I have an old penny and a shiny rock, if nothing else.  I know what

things really are valuable and I know what things just cause you to

worry about the possibility of losing or breaking them.  No, I shouldn't

say that.  I'm not sure I really do.  I really wasn't trying to mislead

us.  I honestly believed it for a minute, but then I opened my eyes

again and saw that I'm still here.  Then again, maybe that's good.  I

wouldn't know.  How could I?  Anyway, I'm getting off the subject of why

I won't be writing, so I'd better stop.