Nope. Nuthin'.

I feel like Yukon Cornelius. You remember, the prospector in "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer"? He'd throw his pickaxe into the air. When it landed, he'd pull it out of the snow, sniff it, taste it and then say, "Nope. Nuthin'."

How am I like good ol' Yukon, you ask? I have a deadline tomorrow. Not a "set in stone" one--just an opportunity to write something "on spec" if I submit it by the end of the day. So I toss my laptop into the air (figuratively) and when it lands I sniff the words on the screen, taste them..."Nope. Nuthin'." Ah, well....