Scraping the brainpan with a spatula that really needed to be washed after the third batch of pancakes is not a good way to come up with ideas for scintillating commentary.
I'm just saying.
There are a few things in the old brain-cooker, but they're not nearly done, and it really wouldn't do at all to slap up a bunch of gooey-in-the-middle ideas. That only works for banana bread...and maybe zucchini bread.
The last bit of winter blatted through the valley yesterday morning: enough fat flakes to picturesquely adhere to each individual tree-twig, combined with warmer temperatures that made roads wet but not treacherous. I would've snapped a photo with my cell phone/PDA/camera/circular saw for your viewing enjoyment, but the most picturesque bits were between here and Connecticut, and trying to pixelate said picturesque bits while driving with one hand would have negated the whole "non-treacherous" aspect of the day. So it's strictly theater of the mind, if you're interested.
It's one of those ho-hum twiddle-yer-thumbs kinda blogdays, which is a bit of a shame as there's a slew of people heading over here today from Reverend Sensing's place because of his kind link-blogroll last night. Welcome. Poke around and so forth. Be assured that I am, sometimes, far more interesting. Proof of that can be found in the archives, both monthly and subject.
Still: the week is young. There may yet be content!
