How does one write 100 words with an empty mind?

Let's see... Ah, yes...the ten thousand things; STUFF, all around me.

There's Garfield, sitting up on top of a line of books; in front of the line of books is a can of "BUGOUT" fly spray. Off to the left of the book shelf and a bit higher is a photo portrait of Bill W. Oops, better not talk of that here.

I guess there's about 200 books within sight. Does that suggest an inquiring mind or one that needs help with everything?

Questions, questions. The older I get, etc.