Nothing

Friday nothing
Saturday once more nothing
Sunday nothing

Monday, nothing

Tuesday, nothing

Wednesday and Thursday nothing

Friday, for a change
A little more nothing
Saturday once more nothing
Sunday nothing

Monday, nothing

Tuesday, nothing

Wednesday and Thursday nothing

Friday, for a change
A little more nothing7

That of course is the famous Nothing song from the famous Fugs.  One of the records we played over and over again in the summer of 1966, along with a Buffy St Marie and all the Bob Dylan albums up to and including Highway 61 Revisited.  A fine summer of my youth which I could go into in fine detail, but I don't think anybody is interested.  Actually I don't think anybody is listening.  You know that feeling you get when you are talking to a couple people and you turn your head to watch the house finch strut along the rail of the balcony but you continue talking, but when you turn your head back they are gone and you realize you haven't been talking to anybody, kind of a joke, but then there isn't even anybody to share the joke with.  

So I don't know.  Just chucking a rock into a still pond to see what happens.