Writer's block (or why I've been such a blockhead about blogging)

I've tried, honestly I have, but the words just seem to vaporize before they leave my brain. I just can't seem to blog about anything, no matter how trivial or how earth-shaking. It's not as if we haven't been doing things. We have. It's just that nothing feels right to write about. As a matter of fact, everything seems silly. "Who would want to read this silliness?", I say to myself. Thus, the writer's block.

My head is completely empty and I can't think of a thing to write about. We've gotten through the holidays and I've been suffering from the dreaded coccooning syndrome. You know, where all you want to do is bundle up, sip on a cup of nice, hot tea, read a good book, or numb your brain with a lot of television.

It's not as if I haven't been reading your blogs all this time. I have. I keep up with all of you on a daily basis. Sometimes I even visit more than once a day, just to reassure myself that there is life outside of this house.

Gads, I dislike winter so much. I want to be outside doing things -- working in the yard, swimming in the pool, riding around seeing the sights. We haven't even had any snow or ice to break up the monotony. It was a freaking 69 degrees F. yesterday and today we had cold, grey rain with tornado warnings all day. This is January, isn't it? So, where's winter? Is this all part of global warming? Al Gore, don't come knocking on my door. I watched your movie and I paid attention. I agree with you, and husband and I are doing our part to reduce our footprint on the planet. But, it's still difficult to cope with this weird weather.

Maybe that's what's wrong with me!!! Global warming. I should go take a bath in ice water or something to cool myself down. Then maybe my writer's block will go away and I will be able to blog again.