Stymied

I just wanted an excuse to write the word "stymie." Really, it's a great word. Plus, I've been trying unsuccessfully to write a decent blog post for two days. So far I've gone through about five titles and managed to write "Dogs are cool. And I'm going to write about them later." That's all. I even stole the above photo from someone else's blog (I couldn't find her name, but it was taken in a rainforest somewhere in British Columbia. I promise not to publish it or pretend it's mine)

Rough times for my intellect, apparently. I've been very busy lately taking great care of my physical health, but it appears that I haven't mastered the art of improving my mental self simultaneously with the bodily self. I just can't write! I have, however, been yoga-ing diligently, I've been to the gym several times, and until I came up here to Seattle, I was eating ridiculously healthy meals (the last two days I've slipped into a routine of hash browns, cups of melted dark chocolate, and Belgian open-faced sandwiches smothered in Gruyere cheese). Even now, up here in the grand Northwest on my mini-vacation, I just finished a grueling 6-mile ride on the stationary bike with an epilogue of several yoga poses and stretches. And right this second I am dutifully puffing away on my nebulizer medication.

So, I got the health part down. Why can't I write anything interesting? I'm in a beautiful city full of brick buildings, racing clouds, happy dogs, coffee shops and huge trees. I should be inspired as hell.

Perhaps I'm not drinking enough good beer. I've only had one since I got up here. Hmmmmm....I do believe that I just identified the root of the problem...