Maybe it's the weather; winter seems to be dragging on. Maybe it's the broken dishwasher. Maybe it's the rain shortened Daytona 500 that Kyle Busch should have won had it not been for Junior! Or maybe none of the above. But for whatever reason, I've been in sort of a funk lately. And I'm not sure why. I just suddenly find myself with this restless feeling in my soul. As if something is slightly amiss. But I can't put my finger on exactly what is wrong???