Dr. Funkenstein is Needed in Da House!

My dear blogging brothers and sisters, I have been neglecting you these past few days. It seems that I am in a funk. A bad funk. A depressing kind of funk.

Days are short and the nights used to be longer just a few short years ago. Instead the days are just short and then it's time for bed. I never thought I'd reach that place in life my parents got to where sleep was something so treasured that they scheduled days off once we went back to school. I now know Mom. God bless you and rest Dad's soul.

Hibernation is now the affliction we are trying to fight off. Me and Joan want to eat everything in sight and then take a nap - naps that last until March. We have two problems though. One is named Jessie and the other Ben.

There is nothing profound to look forward to now that the holidays are over. Nothing to wake up and open half an eye to until daylight savings time arrives once again. I've tried painting but I wake up on the floor in front of my easel with the letter "z" written upon the canvas. I've shoved Joan onto the floor helped Joan arise from her slumber so she can be at work on time only to have her arrive home in a zombie-like state saying nighty-nights to the kids as she falls amongst the bed covers.

We are in dire straights here, people! We need help. Things are so bad we found Ben calling the cat "Ma" and the television "Da". We are pathetic. We cannot for the life of us entertain ourselves until spring. Any suggestions? We want them. Now!