I’m having one of those days. It’s not your fault, I know. But I can’t seem to get connected to the productive beam of psychic red bull that runs left to right through the fields of the Lord.

I’m bored, already checking out tonight’s TV listings. West Wing, which I recently commended to jumptheshark.com for its apparently having begun the last lap of the race to oblivion, is on tonight. I never miss it. WW replaced Northern Exposure as my favorite show, and that replaced M*A*S*H. At least tonight it appears to have most of its regular cast. Last week, it was just Josh plodding around in angst over his new nominee for the next president. But tonight’s episode is “365 Days,” an apparent reference to the time remaining in the presidency of the MS-stricken President Bartlett.

If if walks like a lame duck and quacks like a lame duck….

OK, I could be writing, working on the book. And I owe e-mails to a few friends, though a lot of my friends are blowing off my e-mails lately.

But then I wouldn’t have come up with that cool red bull … fields of the Lord line. And that was entertaining wasn’t it? A little glimpse into my interior life … no charge. Right, then my work here is done.