I Keep Meaning to Post

Really, I do. There are a dozen things I could, need to write about, even, but it just doesn't seem to be coming. I could write about the rain today, or what Little Caesar's smells like wafting across the lawn at 9:00 in the morning, or about the guy I met who has a parrot named Bebe Rebozo. I could write about the combination vegan/Polish Easter dinner I attended in April. I could write about the family in front of me in line at Meijer stuffing their faces with pretzels they hadn't yet paid for in such a way that they left no room for doubt that humans are descended from apes. I have blog post titles already! Qooking with Quorn! Ann Arbor Crows!

So why isn't it happening?