All day yesterday, I wrote and rewrote starts to a Thanksgiving story, and almost as quickly deleted them. So did lots of thinking and fretting which truly hurt my brain. Like the recurring dream of the snake, even though he was just a silly plastic snake with three purple segments and a head, the body being purple and each segment had big yellow dots, the head had a yellow smiley face, You don’t need to know this but first I am again a survivor of whatever sickness I was down with, just, believe me, it was a beast and my everything hurt, symptoms ran the gamut. It was like turning pages of some hideous bad awful book knowing what you read was going to happen shortly! And finding that still you couldn’t just put the book down. Finally, just yesterday it was time for my re-entry into life as it should be. I called a friend to go have lunch with me and we had a fun time talking and visiting. Later, when I finally got back to the computer and sat down, still no story came, day turned to night still nothing.