It is bitterly cold at The House on the Hill, which is disappointing because I really wanted to get outside and do something athletic this morning.
The mercury has finally just nudged above zero, but 1 degree is still too damn cold to go outside and play. So, I thought that I’d at least try to get my brain jump started by writing my usual Saturday morning post.
The thing is, my brain will not turn over this morning. I’ve tried giving it a massive jolt of Deep Thoughts, but it didn’t work. I upped the jump from the usual 1000 volts of Deep Thoughts to 2000 volts and then 3500 volts.
It looks like Winter has finally gotten to my brain. So, I’m going to need to head over to the mechanic this morning and see about getting a new one installed.
If you don’t mind, Modern Philosophers, I’m just going to ramble on for a few paragraphs to see if I get lucky and my brain starts. I’m not sure how much a replacement one is going to cost, and it’s certainly not the kind of purchase where I want to skimp and buy a discount or used part, but it’s not like I’m made of money.
Then again, I do have Seamus’ pot of gold down in the Basement Bunker. Would it be so wrong to borrow a handful of coins for this? It’s not like I ever charge him for storing his pot of gold down there. This could just be a collecting of back rent, right?
I really wish my brain were working so I could figure out what the right thing is to do here.
Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to have a brain fueled by Magic. Ti-Diana would do anything for me, so I’m sure she’d zip over here on her broom in an instant if I asked for her help.
Hold on. I think I just got a great idea for a Jump Start post. This will solve all my problems…
Damn. Lost it. It was right there on the tip of my brain, but it couldn’t gain access to complete the thought process.
Of all days to lose the combination to my brain. Usually, unlocking it and freeing the Deep Thoughts is second nature. Then again, this Winter has been anything but ordinary. Can I get an Amen on that, Modern Philosophers?
The interns have just arrived. I’m sure if they put their brains together, they can help me figure out what to do.
Sorry for the ridiculous ramblings this morning. The words don’t always fly from my fingertips in the correct order, but in the end, at least I’m getting them down on the page. They tend to sort themselves out later.
Sometimes, the best stories come from unexpected places and because you simply allow the words to flow.
This is not one such instance, but still, just keep writing.