It's all just ......a;ldjadlwfjladnoaeiwoaej.

That's how I feel about everything right now. Inarticulate.

I guess it is just an end of the winter funk settling over everything.

Actually, everything is hunky-dory, a-ok, fine etc....I'm just personally frustrated at work. That seems to tinge everything with a certain sticky layer of annoyance and general /insert inarticulation here/.

That's why there hasn't been much here lately. To quote Neruda (which I do more often than you know, even if it is only in my head):

Sin duda todo esta muy bien
y todo esta muy mal, sin duda

(No doubt everything's fine
and everything is very bad, no doubt.)

Or, better yet, go read "Cierto Cansancio" (A Certain Weariness).....it captures how I feel.