For the last several weeks, I've been in a funk. Tired, cranky and dull—so much so that if I wasn't me, I would've stop hanging out with me a week ago. Not sure if it's been because of the cooler weather, the darker days, the going and going to the point of being completely out of steam or a combination of all three. But the one thing I do know is that I am no longer enjoying my trip to "Funky Town." I think all of us hit a rut every now and then. We've all heard the true test is how quickly you bounce back. But what if you have no desire to bounce back? What if you want to hang around, get to know the people, and check out the scenery? I mean....ruts do have their privileges, which include my own version of the three R's—rest, relaxation and reflection. So when I do hit a rut, I like to mull around a bit and make the most of them. In the last two weeks, I've watched more than 20 episodes of House. I've taken several naps on the couch with the cat. I've prepared some mean chai lattes. Physically, I've done a lot of nothing. But I've used this time to think up new plans for my future, catch up on reading and contemplate the meaning of life—again. So feeling rested and rejuvated, I am now ready to leave Funky Town. It's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there.