I had a chatty day in Utah County yesterday. Skitter and I drove my jalopy truck down to visit my college pal, Jane. It was a roaring talkfest for hours, as per usual. When we get together, our opinions on the state of the world flow endlessly. For some reason, Skitter didn’t utter a word during our visit. She preferred napping at my side. The rigors of intense conversation sometimes overwhelm Skitter, so she retreats into whatever doggie dreamland her walnut brain takes her. She probably has more sense than any human I know. 
Check out this past post from August 2018:
HAVING A THOUGHT, I AM NOT
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I can’t think of anything to write about this morning. We haven’t done anything yet, and we have no plans to do anything later. Our schedule is wide open. There are no errands needing to be done. The house is clean. Laundry’s done. (That laundry thing was a lie, but we don’t want to do it.) And for some reason, we aren’t even having opinions about anything. And there are no stories in our heads. What do we say here? How do we write this post, with nary a topic to write about?
I have no doubt you’re thinking we should just skip a post or two and give y’all a break. Nope. It ain’t our style. You know the “not post” thing is not gonna happen. Right now, in fact, as I’m typing away, I’m thinking maybe I should just see how long a “there’s-nothing-here” post I can write. I’m a writer, so I should be able to b.s. about nothing whatsoever for a while. I can treat it like a writing exercise—you know. Just treat it like a challenge for my abilities: jabber about nothing. And that would be all well and good, except that no matter how much “nothing” anyone writes about, the sentences are always about something. I mean—sentences have nouns and verbs and all types of other words, and you can’t have a noun without the rest of the sentence saying something about it. It’s the same with a sentence’s verbs and its other words. Every word is about something. So nobody can ever write about nothing, really. In fact, you’ve just read a string of words that are pretty much about nothing—except they are also about me trying to write b.s. There. You’ve now read over 300 words. About nothing and something at the same time. 🙃
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