She cannot think of anything to blog about. Part of that stems from the fact that nothing much is going on at the ranch right now. This is the lull before the storm, she fears. With the Rancher on night shift, she spends her days tiptoeing around the house while he's sleeping, and her evenings cursing the fact that she didn't get more done during the day, but is too tired to do much more than watch television in the evening! Worst of all, she isn't sure what has caused her tiredness - who knew that tiptoeing could wear you out!
She has a few posts in the planning stage, but somehow hasn't gotten much further than a few little nuggets of an idea lost in the vast empty space where her brain used to reside. She wonders if she can blame the loss of her brain on men
Maybe the clouds will disappear, the sun will shine again and light will stream
In the meantime, she will....... what's that? It's awfully shiny.....