No words have come to me the last little bit of time. Days have gone by. Then weeks. Still no words. Perhaps after all is said and done with my evening postings on all things internet I have reached a dry well of words.  Nothing but dust at the bottom of that wordless well. In place of writing tonight, I am just going to leave a drawing from my sketchbook, the one I keep by my wine colored leather chair in the living room and draw in as I watch television. My mind wanders, my brain is absorbed in conversations not of my own making and my hands are free to draw. Absentmindedly, I travel from this chair, this soft cushioned spot and begin a nightly journey to other places that exist solely in the interior of my mind.