My beloved is washing her hair, and I am rushing headlong to write something. Anything. While we are together, this is always a welcome chance to come up with a few words of wisdom. But nothing comes to my mind. Absolutely nothing. Zilch. Predictably enough, I am lost for words. My brain is frozen. Petrified. Taken aback, I am squinting at the computer screen for dear life. As if hair-washing has anything to do with writing. Or free time with scraps of wisdom, for that matter.