Doldrums

It's mid-January and I'm bored. Or lethargic. Or something other than enthusiastic.

I finally got around to taking the decorations off the Christmas tree yesterday. They're boxed but not put away. Yet.

I've tried crocheting. I'm not satisfied with the outcome. And I'm a damn good crocheter! But I have no enthusiasm.

I'm working on a jigsaw puzzle. Usually, when I'm doing a puzzle, it supercedes everything else. I get up early and stay up late just to work on the puzzle. But this one just isn't moving me. Oh, it isn't the puzzle. It's the ennui.

My Kindle sits idle. I've started reading three books and abandoned each after only a handful of pages. No focus.

I need a few things from the store, but I'm delaying the trip. Just don't want to gather up the list and the coupons and the money and the gift cards and...well, I'm just not feeling it.

So I eat. More than I should. And it's too bloody cold to go out and walk, so the pounds are creeping back. Those pounds that I worked so hard to lose last Spring.

I did have a doctor appointment yesterday. It was a follow-up to my December visit for my SOB attack. And apparently my health is okay. At least as far as can be determined externally. (We all know now that stuff can grow unseen in the dark and not be found until one is very, very, very sick)

I take my medication every day. I read the paper - well, parts of the paper. Much of it is too depressing or of no interest. I keep up with the dishes and if pressed, I'll go so far as to run the Hoover.

It's the middle of January and on reflection, I think I feel this way every middle of January. I'm pretty sure it will pass. In the meantime, yaaawwwnnn