Every now and then I run out of words. It doesn’t happen too often. After all, words are my life (as well as my livelihood).

Tonight I am out of words. Tonight I am not sleeping. I’m watching bad TV on Hulu and knitting.

Since I have nothing I can say, I’ll let Margaret speak for me:

“So much for endings. Beginnings are always more fun. True connoisseurs, however, are known to favor the stretch in between, since it’s the hardest to do anything with. That’s about all that can be said for plots, which anyway are just one thing after another, a what and a what and a what.”

(Oh, I want to be her when I grow up!)