I find myself unable to form the basis of an LJ post that will interest me, let alone you, gentle reader. I take this as a sign that my mind is somehow more engaged in my day-to-day travails and not given, therefore, to flights of fancy or outrage that spark more interesting missives. I must find time to free my mind of the mundane details and mindless pursuits that fill my time.
I think I will attempt to set aside time for reading in hopes of breeding some fancy in the backwaters of my brain. I should dig out my copy of The Dispossessed at it feels appropriate and it's been far too long since I've read it. (Which reminds me that I should register for Wiscon....)