i was sitting here in bed blank as that sky behind us watching a western called hostiles and eating a chocolate croissant. r. said hi d, how's your day going? no blogging? i said i got pix but idle no wat 2 say. eatin a chocolate croissant. that got me goin. still blank. thought why do you always got to say something? you got to keep walking, even if you're not inspired or you're demoralized. the blogging's the same, it matters to do it, and if you just mute with pictures is ok. it was a day anyway, the wind changed direction and ended with giant crashing waves. was the morning sky really that blank?