There are times when the musical landscape that I traverse is irksome to me, bleak and scarred and deserted.

That's how singing feels tonight... Just so empty.
I can find nothing that points to my present feelings. I'm just devoid of all creativity, curiosity and will.

I'm sure that this too shall pass. I am hesitant to download the recording that resulted from these feelings.
I'll decide in the next few days.