You know those Saturdays when you wake up later than you want to, vaguely intend to do something during the day, but end up wasting it all doing something pointless? When you feel sort of justified because it’s a Saturday, but you mostly feel guilty because of all the time you could have spent doing something worthwhile?
That’s what my week has felt like.
My urgency is wilting. My determination is drooping. My energy is ebbing. My motivation is modest. My will is waning.
Okay, enough. Go to bed.