There were no postings yesterday. It just did not happen.

It started on a high. I got up, had a shower and struggled through my breakfast of muesli and yoghurt. I went upstairs, turned the computer on and sipped my coffee.

It was raining. I sipped more coffee.

I logged onto Tim Blair for my daily surge of energy. It was Tim on the Australian on the ABC for failing to present news and analysis that is accurate, impartial, and balanced. But see this if you want a bit of content.

Alas when it came to writing my own weblog I could not write. The creative spark was there: ----a big knock-out post on the aesthetic and consevatives. It would be a gift to my new readers about their heart.

I could not do it. I could not think. I had forgotten how to think.

I sat staring at the screen. I looked out the window. I banged my head against the computer. Nothing.

How can you think when you don't know how to think. How can you forget how to think?

Oh I know the obvious quip from cynical lefties. It's what happens to you when read Tim Blair.

A judgement of the quip was beyond me.

All I could do was link. Even a sardonic witticism was beyond me.

Then I thought I spotted Kant walking down the street looking for Mill with a copy of the Daily Howler under his arm to talk about the ideology of aesthetics.

I went back to bed.

It was still raining.

That is why I did not post yesterday.