Sifting

Struggling to come up with something to write about this morning but I suppose that’s the point, to write about – and to publish – something even when I’ve got nothing to write about, when my stores are barren and my shelves are stripped even of the clearance tags and the remnants of my Flatiron Building Lego, after plummeting to the concrete floor in its best impression of Humpty Dumpty, line the inside of my filing cabinet because I don’t have the brainpower to decipher the language of rubble and reassemble or, clearly, to say anything interesting this morning. To work, if not to reassembly.