This is one of those days where I can think of nothing to blog about.
I could write about how gorgeous the weather was today.
I could write about politics, like the special election in Massachusetts tomorrow, but that’s depressing me right now.
I could write about writing, but there’s very little there to say, except that an article I’m writing is still being written; I didn’t finish it over the weekend like I’d planned.
I could write about Hamlet, with David Tennant and Sir Patrick Stewart, but I didn’t watch it over the weekend as I’d planned.
Speaking of Hamlet, I could write that I read Vincent Starrett’s Sherlock Holmes story, “The Adventure of the Unique Hamlet,” on the train this evening. Which then broke down.
I just don’t have anything today.
It happens. *shrug*