From time-to-time I've reported on these fine pages that I've been a bit blue. In a bit of a funk. A bit out of sorts. Well, I'm here to tell you that those reports were misleading. This, my dear readers, is what a funk feels like.

I'm not sure if it's the effects of three different antibiotics, knowing that I face another surgical procedure next Tuesday, sleepless nights punctuated by terrible dreams, work related stresses or simply the relentless rain of the last week. Perhaps it's a combination therein. Whatever it is, it grabbed ahold of me today and just won't let go.

So here I sit. Listening to The Art of Noise in a feeble attempt to Peter Gunn myself out of whatever shadow lurks over me. It's just not working. I think it's time for Spinal Tap. They never fail me.