My muse went on holiday without me

I thought it was just computer problems. At least that's what I've been blaming. And it's partially true. My old computer flat-lined and purchasing a new one was traumatic for me. Dealing with Windows8 has been a nightmarish ordeal. How do I toggle between pages? I still haven't discovered the proper shortcut.
Yet I've slowly overcame these obstacles only to discover my muse up and left on vacation. She left without a word or requisition filed for time-off.
She didn't say where she was going or when she'd be back. And the bitch hasn't even bothered to send a postcard.
Now I can't seem to write anything worthwhile. This post is the perfect example.
Instead I spend my time stretched out on the couch, which is my favorite percolating spot, and wait.
When is she coming back? Believe me, I've looked for her. She isn't hiding among the black eyed daisies growing in the field along my favorite walk. I haven't found her peeking out from behind the mountain range. She wasn't at the park playing in the high pitched squeals of happy children. I didn't find her in the ice-cream cooler at the grocery store. I've looked for her there and on the candy aisle several times.
I've not discovered her on TV as I surfed through the channels. I can't hold a decent conversation as I don't have anything to contribute.
She isn't in the late afternoon sunlight that spills into my living room. Nor do I find her dancing among the dust motes highlighted by the sunbeams.
Maybe I'll take another nap...Maybe she'll be back tomorrow.