Something’s up with me these days. I don’t know if it’s lack of stimulation for my creative juices or if it’s just plain old writer’s block. Blog ideas keep popping into my head and I’ve even begun jotting words down in new Word docs, but something happens and the process is over almost before it’s begun. [Sigh]

I wanted to tell you all about RENT last night at the Lied Center and how the moment the actors began singing and dancing I realized how much I miss the stage. (Sometime, if you want to get on my good side, just ask me if I’m “still working.” God bless you, Christopher Cartmill.)

I also wanted to tell you how odd it was to wait in line for 90 minutes at a HyVee store in north Lincoln to receive a flu shot and how grateful I am that my dad cared enough about my health to drive all over town in order to find a location that was still distributing vaccines. How I was one of a handful of people in that line who didn’t have gray or white hair and how I imagined they were all wondering why a young whipper-snapper like myself needed a shot. How I stared first at Hallmark cards and Revlon lipsticks, then moved on to gazing at piles and piles of delicately sliced lunch meats and finally eased my way past rows of cheaply designed children’s toys and stacks of turtle wax. How the last aisle surrounded us with novels by Nora Roberts and John Grisham on one side and soy milk and Burt’s Bees products on the other — and how much I wished that aisle would’ve been first because I could’ve read an entire Grisham tale by now. How when I finally got the flu shot I felt like I had been liberated from both HyVee and flu germ heaven. And did I mention how grateful I am to my dad for helping me out?

Huh. I didn’t know I could type that much! Maybe my creative block was destroyed somewhere up there amongst all the ‘how’s’. Let’s hope so.