I missed posting on Wednesday. From the uproar I heard nobody missed me. It was a strange day. It started when I spent at least a half hour staring at the blinking cursor trying to think of something to start with. Once I start posting the ideas usually come easilly. Not so that night. At one am I shut off the TV and crashed. I missed the alarms, yes, I have two. I like sleep and any interuption is not welcome. When I was finally up, I tried to go online with the germ of an idea that a dream planted. Nothing, worse, the computer was acting up. I rummaged through a pile of file cards with story notes, recipes and phone numbers. I found the…