I'm not dead, I'm just resting my eyes...

She, on the other hand, is definitely TU, despite what the headstone says...

Have you ever just not had anything to say? That's been me the past week or so. I haven't really been on the computer, haven't responded much to e-mails, haven't had a decent idea for a blog, a story or a query, haven't been fishing, haven't done any dog training, haven't felt social in any way. I haven't, in fact, done a damn thing beyond the bare minimum dictated by involuntary bodily functions, contractual work obligations, parental duties and the necessary avoidance of spousal wrath.

Maybe it's the weather. My wife has long accused me of being SAD (as in Seasonal Affective Disorder, not my general appearance or mood, although that could be argued as well...) and the past few days has me thinking there might be something to that. What the hell happened to spring? All I see are variations of cold, dreary, and miserable. And wet. But not a good, soaking, break-the-drought wet, but rather a misty, damp, barely-above freezing wet that will - as soon as the weather turns warm again -  put us right back in the middle of what is shaping up to be a pisser of a grass fire season.

Last night I poured myself a glass of good inspiration, grabbed the laptop and sat down in my office writing chair, determined to write...something. Two hours later, no inspiration, and my glass was empty, too. So I just went to bed.

Just been that kind of week. Incidentally, the picture was taken in the very entertaining and interesting Key West cemetery. And what I wouldn't do for a few days in Key West right now, kitsch and tourist-trap tackiness be damned. Just give me a week, two rods, one bottle and a nice, dry bridge to sleep under...