Out Of Steam

So, I'm basically better (except for a spastic cough that comes and goes. Consumption. Hah.) But somehow in the course of all this, I seem to have lost interest in---well, everything. I've lost interest in my house (doing anything more than the bare minimum). In my yard. In cooking. In working out. In doing anything, basically, except for sleeping. And reading some. I drop off my kids at school in the morning and then I come home and go back to sleep. Sometimes I sleep until it's time to pick them up at 2:30. What in the world?? I guess it's only been for this week (since last week was the week from you-know-where), but it seems like a long time to be out-of-sorts. Am I depressed? Am I just recovering? What's going on? I don't like it. I feel like a blob of the highest order.

I'm giving myself until Monday to be slovenly and then it's back on track, regardless of how I feel. I just hope I kind of liven up. I feel like I've wasted this entire beautiful, early summer-like week. By the time I kick myself in the rear next week, it's going to be raining again. Oh, well.....

Wish me luck. Inject me with some long-distance energy. I seem to be in need of it.