I can’t think of anything to write. That’s part of why this is a day or so late. This will most likely be me rambling and throwing thoughts at the screen. But really, when isn’t it?

Writer’s block, creative block, is something I’ve struggled with more in the past few years than I have the entire rest of my life. The best advice I’ve seen is to just get something done, even if it’s not great, even if it’s not much, even if you hate it. But that’s hard when there are dishes to be done and laundry to fold. There’s always something else that can seem more important. Whether or not it actually is, well that’s debatable and probably depends on if you are in need of that shirt that’s getting wrinkled at the bottom of the laundry basket.

It’s snowing here again. Snow makes me think of ice cream. Ice cream is typically associated with summer but I also associate it with snow. Other than them both being cold, I cannot pinpoint the reason why. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go out and get some photos of the snow. If it lasts long enough.

Well, it’s late and I should attempt to sleep so I will stop rambling at you. Hopefully my brain has something more for Thursday’s post.