When you don't have a next sentence.

I owe y’all a post. I know this. It’s why I’ve got ten half-written posts on god knows what sitting in drafts. I started a post. Got stuck. So I did what helps when I’m stuck, usually. I fucked around with painting a dresser or pulling Virginia creeper or burning Virginia creeper or spraying that wasp nest or making beans or walking Woody, or bandaging …