It looks like a flour truck drove through here.
I was doing fine up until about two hours ago, when suddenly my energy level just went, "Pbbbbbbbth!" and I kept catching myself just sitting staring at something, thinking hard about such important things as jobs I had in the 80s and storylines for fiction novels I plan to get around to writing someday.
The last time, I was sitting on one of the bedroom ladder's steps (uh...yeah, when you line your bedroom with floor-to-twenty-foot-ceiling bookshelves, you do actually have a "bedroom ladder") staring at a massive bag of clothes that are going off to someone else...and the vast empty space where there should be "things I could wear to the office."
Even with this being a "jeans OK" place, well...the jeans can't be ripped, stained, dyed, or have knees that have the old backyard farm permanently ground into them.
Whiiiiiich pretty well eliminates ALL my jeans. Feh.
I sat there staring at the big bag of clothes, coming to grips with a painful truth: I have to go shopping.
I thought it was the very idea of shopping that had sucked the will to live out of me...until I emerged from the darkness of the closet into...the darkess of a big, rainy-looking cloud front.
Oh. I see. Even in the closet, some part of me KNEW it was fixin' to rain, and issued orders to curl up someplace warm and wait it out.
Oh well. Can't fight Nature, I always say! So instead of any more cleaning or (ugh) shopping, guess I'd better make some coffee and curl up on the couch, huh?!