MWAMP MWAMP MWAH MWHA WAM*
It’s not that often that I feel I have nothing to say, as evidenced by the lonely few blank boxes in the calendar view of my journal. Today is one of those days. Maybe it’s the head cold. (snuck) Maybe it’s the weather. (bleah) Maybe it’s the residual malaise I’m feeling from the weekend. (grumble)** Who knows? Who cares? I feel like I could fill a whole page with rambling babbling nothingness, inserted into which might be a few nuggets of wisdom or humor or feeble attempts at philosophy…a link or two…a cute bon mot uttered by my child.*** How...