No, vember
Around here, we hate November. Take a look through the archives and check it out. Big gaps in each of the Novembers. If you were to page through the archives of my brain and look through the previous Novembers, you'd most likely find the same thing.

I've always hated November. I hated November when I was a little kid, when school started to get monotonous and the days started to get shorter and the weather brought the season's first snow. I hated November as a young sportswriter, when football and basketball overlapped, meaning we covered neither particularly well. I hated November when it took my dad away from me 16 years ago. I hated November in 1993, when it came time to decide that it was time to leave Anytown and head out into the world. You can pretty much rattle off the last four: November 2000, the interminable presidential election; 2001, the month of never-ending ennui; 2002, the mind-jarring readjustment to life on the Edge after giving up the Texas experiment. And this one, which simply is the tail end of what has been a really arduous year.

So that explains everything. That's the "why" behind my recent dark spell. It's just November. It'll be over soon.