Nothing

What worries me, about this age, is the forgetting.  Last night I did not sit down at my computer and write.  It wasn't like I was doing other things frantically.  I was not.  Or that I forgot to sit down here.  I ended the night chatting online with a friend.  The only excuse I may have is that I stayed up late watching the Steelers lose on Sunday Night Football the night before and I was tired.  But, honestly, after writing 60 days, I completely forgot.  The thought never crossed my mind. That, the nothing, is what frightens me.