Here I sit

Here I sit, once again, lost in thought with nothing to think about. I should be writing. It’s cold outside; actually it’s snowing a little bit, global warming my ass. My editor will call sometime later today. I should have a couple hundred more pages than I currently have. I don’t really care. The snow, while very light, is swirling outside my window. It is captivating. The weatherman will mention these trace amounts a little later on the six o’clock news. I am sure that something like a car chase or an explosion would jazz my evening up, but I just like watching the snow fall. It never snows here in Miami.