Sigh

Been in a bit of a blogger funk lately.

Feelings of inadequacy, hopelessness, and futility.

It's a dark morass.

Blame it on the rain. Also, too much time on other--better--blogs than my own two-bit little rag. Oh! And Shantaram--a massive, 1,000 page tome of a novel (not a book, mind you, but, you know...a novel) that I started a week or so ago. Jesus it's big. And good. But mostly just so damn BIG. It won't let me go.

I've had requests for pictures of the new car. Tallula, we're calling her, in honor of the latest Norwegian princess whose daft name--Emma Tallula--was announced the same day we picked up the Touran. I'll get on that soon. But she kind of needs to be washed already and there seems to be some disagreement as to whose power job that is. He says me because I drive it most. I say him because he's the one who cares so weirdly much.

So far Tallula has been a brilliant addition to the family, but she is a bit of a tempermental, noisy little thing. She beeps and hollars and dings at anything within a 3 foot radius. Takes some getting used to. Touchy clutch too; not nearly as forgiving as the crappy Kia. Damn prima donnas.

So nothing new or interesting here. Just checking in. I have a follower now--Hi, Follower!--and I didn't want my 1 follower to abandon me for want of anything new to read. It occurs to me that a quick post about how boring and depressed I am might not be the best way to keep 'em coming back for more, but it's all I got right now.