atrophy

What is there to say?
Over the last few weeks, I've thought about posting. Really. I've had some zinger ideas, too. Like that one...you know, where, I um..
Well, there was that idea where--hmmm.
But there's always something to write, right? Because there is? Something? Anything?

I'm so out of practice. My brain muscles are atrophied. In their place: stainless steel range model numbers and granite trivia (who knew you put a piece of plywood, cost, approximately $50, underneath the granite? I did! How many CFMs does your range hood have? Mine has 600. So there!)
Anyone want to talk about bulnose corners?