The evening has been oddly empty. Saturday evenings I expect more activity, even in winter. There is usually a bit of traffic generated by the irresistible lure of the metropolis (Chico.) Tonight, the roads were nearly silent. Could there be some event on television which is keeping everyone in? Has the population been laid low by avian flu? Are they all sitting in their houses, deeply depressed? Maybe my own anxious lassitude is contagious, and they are all sitting around wondering why their heads are empty of ideas.
I don't think I'm supposed to be spewing anything out right now. I'm supposed to be taking something in. But what?