I think my blog is a little bit like soup. In the kitchen, I can take almost anything and make a soup out of it. A handful of leftover beans, a scrap of meat, a few carrots and stalks of celery and a can of tomatoes. And here, on the blog, I can usually take a few thoughts about chickens or the weather or heartache or grandchildren or relationships and I can make a post out of them.
Both the making of soup and the making of a post are therapeutic for me. They are deeply satisfying activities.
But today I just don't have it. I have just as many ingredients at my disposal as ever and yet, my hand does not reach for the cutting board and knife, my mind does not reach for the words and the phrases.
Well, in this case, no one will go hungry.