Writing Something is Better Than Writing Nothing, I guess…

The house is quiet. Even the dog didn’t want to wake up. Miraculously, there’s no baseball or theater rehearsal for the kids today. I have my coffee, and I’m alone with my thoughts while I wait for the world to catch up.

As my consciousness resurfaces after a night away, I can feel those thoughts coagulating. Figuring out which thought to write about is like picking a horse to win the Kentucky Derby––just pick a random one and hope it’s a winner.