I am just plain uninspired. I’m not posting here. I’m not answering my emails. I’m not participating on the two or three message boards where I’m usually active. I’m not watching baseball. I’m not cooking. I’m not cleaning. I’m not walking my dog. I can’t find the energy for any of it.

What I am doing is reading romance novels and eating ice cream cones. Lots of them. Lots of ice cream cones, that is, not lots of romance novels. I’ve been buying ice cream almost every day the past couple of weeks. I think I ran through all the available flavors the first week and now I’m just repeating myself. Maybe it’s the lack of variety in the ice cream case that’s left me uninspired. Oh, for Jamoca Almond Fudge . . .