I can't put my finger on why, either.

A friend remarked on Facebook that this is the Monday-est feeling Wednesday ever. Having pondered on it a bit, I can't say I disagree.

Yesterday I left the house before lunch, rode the bus up into Broad Ripple Village proper, and sweated out the remainder of an article that had been giving me fits for more than a week. I got it sent off, made it home, and mowed half the lawn yesterday evening.

This morning I was just drained and didn't feel like crawling out of bed, but had to drive a friend to a medical appointment, which probably added to the Monday-ness, but certainly doesn't account for all of it.

And now it's back to the word mines for this afternoon.

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Ugh.

Moto Twitter is annoying at the best of times, but on a drizzly, foggy midweek morning in October, it's unbearably chirpy.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life sentence! https://t.co/Q4cvxnYoaJ

— Tamara K. (@TamSlick) October 13, 2021

Blah.

I was thinking about trying some anhedonia today, but I just can't work up any enthusiasm for it.

There are four pieces of Fresh Market bacon on the plate in front of me, cooked just the way I like them, and I don't really feel like eating it. They smell great and the crumbles I've sampled taste good, but eating four pieces of bacon seems an awful lot of work. I'm actually contemplating throwing away bacon.

Seriously questioning my decision to get out of bed this morning. May not have been the right one.