Go Outside, Shut the door

Strange times indeed, when one has had a drink one finds it tricky to write, ones mind previously swimming with ideas and inspiration is now devoid of anything to say the scalawag in my brain has temporarily stopped all activity. and all I am capable of is white noise, if I was 17 I’d take a moue selfie and pop it on instagram, but i’m not and so i’ll just sign off, probably take the dog for a walk and Go Outside and shut the door, which sometimes is the only solution.