Journalistic Dead End

It has come to my attention that the writing skills I once possessed have somehow died off. When I go back into my blog, I have seen and am ashamed how my words have come to fail me. My life is as dull as my words have become. Less meaning and the zest for life missing. Will it come back? This I can not say.
As for life, I am dealing with several issues that have been bothering me. One the lack of crochet that I am doing. I believe this has to do with the dying out of my home life. We spend so much time sitting on our asses during the day, that it seems a waste to even wake up. No zeal it's gone. As a whole we have become a lazy boring bunch. Tsk, such a shame.
Until I can get my arse off the couch..ttfn