Nothing. My mind is blank. But I like writing. Gee, I hope I haven't run out of interesting things to write. Heck, I hope I haven't run out of thoughts! Wouldn't it be sad to have no thoughts? Although I guess if you didn't have thoughts you wouldn't really know. You'd just be empty-headed. And that would be your normal. But what is normal, anyway? My children swear that I'm "abnormal," but at least I have thoughts . . . most of the time. Sometimes they're abnormal thoughts, but they ARE thoughts. Just not today. Not right now.
When I finally do get my thoughts back, I hope that they are good thoughts.