I’m generally pretty good at motivating myself to leave the house to do something productive and/or interesting. Run! Museum! Buy groceries! Go to brunch! Run errands! See a movie!
But now, it’s 1:11 PM and the only thing I have actually accomplished today is moving from my bed to the kitchen to the shower to the kitchen to the couch. And I’m choosing to believe that when I can’t work up the aforementioned motivation, it’s my reward for having packed so much into most of my days.
So what I’m basically saying is that if you’re looking for me this afternoon, don’t bother looking anywhere but here.