Watching life go by in the rear view mirror.
Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you were here, you’d have a good time, yada, yada, yada. All I can say is, I hope you are having a good time.