As many of my millions of followers must have noticed, I am drowning in the drought. In a time when the world seems to be in total chaos and disbelief, I’ve become a doodlebug. Whatever that is. I don’t have a new thought in my head. I try. I am over informed on most things, and dare I say I’m bored with it all? Shhhhh. How do you have a ‘take’ (a hilarious take mind you) on a virus? Or racial tension? Or a leader that I really really really want to respect but just won’t throw me a bone. I need a drought intervention. Hit me right in that tan nose and give me something to think about. More importantly, something to write about. My brain has become a slob kabob. Incapable of getting it up so to speak. So to speak. I’ve been out and about some, but the world has gone silent. No one quite knows how to behave, or what is expected of them. I’ve been accused of being rude to people (so not true haters), but it is time to get those roots done. Now when I see a brunette, I just think she must be poor. That is the farthest my mind has delved. Pathetic I know. I’m trying here though. I beg for suggestions but the fog is settling on everyone, I fear, and we are lost. On a different bent, I long weekended on an island that had all the ammenities. Biting flies, mice (in the house of course), goose poop (on the screened in porch…..explain that one), no lounge chairs or rafts at the pool, and very hot weather. Which was very nice. If the AC worked. I’m not complaining. I am. See, just wishywashy. And not a ‘take’ to be had. Maybe I should just go with the no-flow and be satisfied with this pause. And hope that the refresh button will crank up when necessary. Please be necessary.