"Seems as if we're circling"

 Definitely trending downwards here.  My awful sleep hygiene seems to be catching up with me, and I don't sleep well at night and doze in and out during the day.   I'm mostly distractable, I can't focus on things I'm trying to learn, or cook, or read, or craft.  And I definitely can't write.  And I'm really not sure what to put here when I can't write.   Sometimes I'd fall back on a list of what I'm doing, but I'm not even sure of what that is anymore.  I think I want to talk to people, but I suspect what I really want is to be near them.

 

And I know, this is a weird time, and not every day will be a triumph and Skitterypoof definitely approves of all the time I spend snuggling her.  And there's no deadline on most of the things I want to do, I can try again another time.  But this listlessness, this wordless gray fog sucks.   I know the form the next paragraph takes.  I list some of the things I'm looking forward to, I say something wry, I identify some action items. I reassure myself, or the void, or something.  I'm sure I'll do that tomorrow.  Or the day after.