Day 97

I am so going out with a whimper here on my 100 days. I have not written my goals. I have not put away the laundry that has been folded since Sunday. I have not put away the stocking stuffers we got at Christmas and which have been crowding the dining room table. I have not returned the long underwear I got myself from Lands End but which were too big. I stayed home today because of the snow and the cold and the general malaise and I feel so much worse for it. It was not restful or cozy or restorative. I felt bored and flat and disinterested in both my work and home life. Is this a winter funk? Is this something else? Luckily tonight Coven is on and I can try to get some sleep before Anne stumbles in from her 16hr shift at 1am and tomorrow is a busy clinic day so I will at least have that to distract me. There is tomorrow.