This is my second night, my second post, and the blogging muse still has not shown up at my door. I still don’t know what to write. My wife says write about the dead mouse the cats brought home this morning or about the great pasta salad we made tonight. That’s not the kind of stuff I want to write about here, I say. Then what do you want to write, she asks. I don’t know, I say. I have to think about it some more.