Just a Dial Tone

Usually my blogs are the product of a rich inner dialog- racing, inspired thoughts that won't be silenced until I write them down. Judging by the scant blogs I have been submitting lately, I can only conclude that I'm not speaking to myself.
It isn't that things have stopped happening around me to give me ideas. Just last night there was that goldfish thing. That deserves a bit of introspection, but it didn't get it. The squirrel wars continue, but I have nothing to report on them. Weather comes and goes, tiny birds smack into my windows, tutoring children at Parkview is still fun. I just don't have conversation about it.
This year Ground Hog's Day occurs just as the Year of the Rabbit begins. It's hard to say which holiday is older since Ground Hog's Day has it's roots in an ancient Greek festival where ghosts rise out of their funerary pots. I don't know when the Chinese started naming years after animals because I just don't have that inner voice prodding me to research it.
I have been exercising regularly. That certainly does annoy me, but it can't be helped. Other than that, I can't think of a single thing that I might have done to cut off communications with myself.
Nancy Sherer