Nothing.

Nothing whatsoever.
In the mind? All a blank.
In my life? Each day, hour, minute - as it comes.

But for the most part, this is no bad thing. I feel like a blank canvas. Blank, except for a few sketchy lines. Outlines of hope for the future.

Did a bit of inking in over the weekend. Organising a bluegrass music session, bike riding in the woods with the kids, trailering cars around - oh, and teaching someone exquisite to drive my Model T...