when you just didn't feel like doing anything. When all you wanted to do was stay in your jammies, read a good book, pet the dog, take a nap or two, and be just plain lazy.
Usually, I keep busy. Housework needs to be done. The hated and despised laundry piles up and shouts at me to get busy and wash it. I usually have two or three sewing, crochet or scrapbooking type projects going. I spend time with the pooches. I like to bake, so I make goodies that I don't need but want all the same. I experiment with using my home dehydrated foods to make soups, stews and the like. I take trips to the grocery store or sometimes just go to the thrift store to nose around a bit and look for bargains. When the weather is nice, I take the dogs out for some air and exercise. Seems like there is always something for me to do.
But the other day I just didn't feel like doing any of it. There was nothing wrong with me. I felt just fine. No hint of sickness. Got up in the morning like I always do. Fed and watered my fuzzy buddies, made a pot of coffee and sat down with my breakfast to plan my day.
And at that point, everything came to a screeching halt. I found that I didn't really want to do anything.
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