The last few weeks have been a plodding journey through a landscape of malaise.  I don't know as I would call it a depression.  I am not sad or blue about anything; just blah.  A mushy hillock of the "I don't really give a figgy about any of this" 'es.  Nothing is piquing my interest these days.  I feel like I am stuck in the mud and don't know how to get out.  Like the quicksand was thick enough I won't fall over and only about nipple high (of course that measurement is trending closer to the ground than it once was.)  I am just out of it.  I'm just not getting things done.  The laundry is piling up. The dishes are unwashed.  The sleeping bags from Sammy's campout Halloween weekend are still all over the floor in the front room.  I am barely getting dinner on the table these days.  I just can't get myself revved up and organized.  Sleep isn't refreshing and I ache all over.  All I really want to do is eat chocolate, drink milk and nap....and I haven't even gotten that done!

Bleh!