Frustration! I knew exactly what I wanted to write about. There it was: original, crisp, insightful, profound, succinct. Qualities I'm not famed for; yesterday at spiritual direction, I described my efforts at articulation as being like trying to wrestle a pop-up tent into its carrying case.
And, would you believe it? It was a dream. Oh great, just great! My attempts to drift back to sleep didn't work. And before you ask, yes, I do keep a notebook and pen by my bedside. When I finally came to, Greenpatch cat had jumped up and knocked them to the ground. Maybe he knows something I don't.