It must be something in the air. A major air mass covering a vast portion of North America. Perhaps it's the season and thoughts naturally darken as we lose daylight. Whatever the cause, many of the bloggers I read have been in a funk lately. Heck, I certainly was last Friday.
I think it started with Sunshine Scribe debating the role of her blog, how it might evolve, whether she would continue to blog.
Almost immediately after, Amalah wrote that blogging had been onerous of late.
And then Her Bad Mother posted about the lingering cold in her household (and, oh, do they linger when there's a small one in the house) and how the desire to post just has not been very strong. (This link isn't exact, as Blogger has decided not to show me HBM's site right now.)
Bub and Pie did not threaten to quit blogging or post less, but wrote about the anger that has been welling up and accumulating.
While my funk has not entirely dissipated, especially when this cough continues to rattle my brain, it is hard not to smile at least a little when an enthusiastic voice joins in for "Engine Roll Call" (the Thomas song that begins "They're two, they're four, they're six, they're eight") or fills in every other word of a storybook unerringly and with glee. And when I went in to ask him what he wanted a bit later, he replied, "Live happily ever after"--and things seem just a bit brighter.