Someday my brain will work again. And a period of dull writing is not that great a problem. I could be much worse off. I could be like Rummy, I suppose, who has demonstrated that you can be a high achiever, go to the best schools, make the right connections, rise to the top of your profession, and still end up stranded without a paddle at the headwaters of that well known brown creek. Sticking a few boring posts into an online journal isn't so bad compared to that.
Sleep, now. I have the feeling that I've been having strange dreams lately, as I wake with a feeling of uneasiness, but I remember nothing. Maybe today I'll remember.