Two Weeks

The man leaned back in his uncomfortable desk chair, the friction between his posterior and the cushion making the uncomfortably mistakable noise that makes people look embarrassed as if to say, "Gee, dude... we're working in here, too..."

He stared at the computer screen. Scratching his unshaven chin, he mumbled, "Two weeks."

He shuffled, stretched his legs and looked again at the monitor. "Two weeks."

Indeed, it had been two weeks.

"What happened to my groove? I had such a good groove going."

Back in the day, he did have quite a groove. The man hammered out phrases and paragraphs filled with warmth and humor and a comedic style all his own. Now, one blog and several months later, his groove seems to have dried up.

Withered.

Gone.

Poof.

"Two weeks."

The man sat upright, correcting his posture. "I will blog again", he thought to himself.

Then he shot straight up from his chair.

"I WILL BLOG AGAIN!"

The office fell silent. The man had been thinking out loud - very out loud. In fact, he had been thinking aloud the entire time.

From over the cubicle he heard a couple of snickers, a mumbled, "Gee, dude..."

Then the boss came up behind him.

"Two weeks", the boss said. "Two weeks."

Now the man will have plenty of time to blog.