At a loss

It feels like I don't really have anything to say anymore (though that never stopped me before). Maybe I'm just in a funk because I've been sick so long. Or perhaps because the Red Sox didn't get the "spring training is over" memo. Whatever it is, I have the April blahs. I read the latest Kate Atkinson with a quickness, and I liked it, but it's pretty much more of the same, so nothing newsworthy there. I don't know what to read next. J.R. and I have actually managed to almost completely empty the DVR (just a few more episodes of The Good Wife to go, plus my extremely old Lost episodes). I don't feel like watching any of the movies I've got queued up at Netflix. I'm at a loss here, people.