I sat down today to write, knowing that doing so generally helps me focus my thoughts or at least pick through the ashes of them and find some remainder to share.  After reflecting for a few minutes, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have nothing that could be viewed as interesting, productive or entertaining.  In fact, the things beating a path through my mind at the moment and marinating in the pickling brine that is there are probably best left unvoiced.  While I might find it theraputic to expose some of those sour  thoughts and feelings, the odds of them being used against me and the attendant consequences far outweigh any potential payoff.  This, of course, means posterity and the general public must be content to only wonder.