Writer's block

Or maybe typer's block would be more accurate? I can't think of anything at all I want to write about and I think it may be something to do with my middle-aged hormones -- and oh, look! All of my male readers just did a hasty click AWAYAWAYAWAY -- but everything just seems incredibly exhausting and overwhelming right now. I think it has also to do with the fact that a very strenuous school year just drew to a close, with only a few dibs and dabs of book work left for the girls to finish, and my Shakespeare class just wound up yesterday, and I've not been to the pool yet and I'm going through one of those times, in utter defiance of every good habit my poor mother taught me, where I honestly can't see the sense in making the bed in the mornings because we're just going to get back in it and mess it all up again anyway.

So I either need vitamins or I need some ideas for what to write. I can take care of the vitamin part, but if readers would like to send in some random thoughts that they might enjoy seeing addressed with mild snark, I'll give it a shot.