Writer’s block.
Nothing flowing. Energy zapped. Stuck.
With the laptop in its appropriately named position, I sat in the chair in the dark in our bedroom. Staring at the screen.
Surely I can think of something to write.
Nothing.
My “then seven year old” son entered the room. “Dad, you should never sleep in your underwear or naked,” he announced with a smirk on his face.
“Okay, why is that?” I queried, suddenly intrigued and invigorated.
“Because Santa sees you when you’re sleeping AND he knows when you’re awake!” he answered with authority, still smirking and obviously proud of himself.
“Well, that’s a fine point, Son,” I replied.
And the thoughts began to flow.
Worth Repeating
A two-year-old is kind of like having a blender, but you don’t have the top for it.
-Jerry Seinfeld
