Hello, how are you? Won't you tell me your name?
I wish I could say that something tremendously amazing has happened to keep me from all of my fabulous readers, but alas, I cannot. The truth of the matter is simply that I have fallen into something known as funkitis.
Or is it funkadelic?
Just as bears enter into the hibernating state during the winter, I too seem to have fallen into a slumber of my own. Only mine hits during the summer when it is nice and warm outside, with plenty of bugs to play with....oh wait. I can't go outside. Perhaps that is why it has struck.
Depression affects everyone.