My Sorts are Staying Outa

After three snow days I've run out of things to do. That isn't true. I've run out of things I want to do. I got up to let everyone know there was a two-hour delay, and instead of going back to sleep, I got on the treadmill. Just as I finished mile four, I received a text saying my morning meeting was on. The meeting was quick, and I was back home by 10:30. What have I done since? Uh, just about nothing. 

My brain and body are tired. Not motivated is a better way to put it. If today goes like most other days, I'll hit my stride around five and be up until midnight. I'd much rather be motivated now, and then go to bed at ten.

I could write, but I don't feel like. I could edit, I don't feel like doing that either. I could scan documents for the grant. There are only a handful of them, but guess what? Yep, I don't feel like doing that either. I still have photos to pour through in an effort to give Beckett photo albums that have pictures of him in them. Nope, that isn't working for me either.  A client website update? As much as I should, I'm not gonna do that either.

As is obvious, there isn't anything I want to do. I don't want to go out, and I don't want to stay in. Earlier today I was so happy that I got on the treadmill early and got it out of the way. Now I'm feeling as though it sapped all my energy. My get-up-and-go stayed in my nikes when I changed my shoes.

And so . . . perhaps a nap is in order. After all, I did write this post. That's something right? 

The running theme for 2016 so far is my sorts are staying outa. I can't get myself in sync. I'm whiney and complainy, which I like to think is unlike me, but it's who I've been for the last five weeks. 

If you see me, slap me. And no, I don't really mean that. Maybe buy me a cup of coffee instead.