Well, it's official. It's not just "Blogger Burn-out," it's plain old-fashioned burn-out. In the words of some crafty ad-writer decades ago, "I've fallen and I can't get up." Too much low-level stress and not enough exercise, I suppose. Any sane person would immediately blame it on the recent job loss, the impending job hunt after my contract work is over, the car that is waiting to be repaired after its encounter with the tractor-trailer on the bridge, the long drives each week working away from home, the lack of some significant other, the constant homework as I play catch-up on a degree, or simply the lack of anything really positive lately. *sigh* Dull and depressing little ConservaChick. Pitiful, ain't I? ;-) I'm familiar with depression as I've fought it most of my adult life. However, I hate recognizing that it's sneaking up on me again. It's almost like the difference between simply being aware that you're lying a...