Some days I just get like this.
I have a million things to do but don’t know where to start.
If I could start, I probably wouldn’t even finish. (My half-finished knitting and various other art projects are proof of this.)
I could go for a walk and soak in the winter sun (whatever there is of it) but I’m just too lazy to put my shoes on.
I’ll probably end up feeling guilty and grumpy for wasting a perfectly good day.
Either way, I think I’ll just crawl back into bed with a good book (and a big bar of chocolate) and wait for tomorrow.