Nothing Profound

Some days I sit down at my computer with all intent to blog something ingeniously profound. Today is one of those days. My fingers are at the ready position, the boss (my rambunctious, egocentric toddler) is napping peacefully in the next room, and all that remains is the repositioning of the thoughts from my head to the screen. Clack, clack, clickety-clack. I can dominate the keyboard and impose my will on it until words upon wise words fall heavily in a heap, compressing the others to the bottom of the pile until all that's left is pure insight into my tormented soul.

Not happening.

I've nothing profound to relay today.