Pupa

I think we're reaching critial mass with my late-winter doldrums and general ennui. I've now become so sluggish that I am almost downright shiftless and only stir myself long enough to take care of B (regardless of how lazy I become, my care for B never waivers one iota - I'm very rigid about this), keep us in cooked meals and clean dishes, get enough laundry done to keep our butts covered, knit and work the remote controls. Everything else, however, is sliding. It's only B and I here and B's not really able to mess things up so our apartment never gets completely dirty...mostly it just gets cluttered with old paper that need to be taken to the recycler and everything's covered with a thin layer of dust and dog hair. I have no interest in getting outside to do more than walk the dog, restock the larder and maybe go to the DVD rental place (even the lure of the touch screens has eroded) and only then if I feel like going out twice in a day because I pride myself on getting a DVD back within 3 hours so I only have to pay 49 cents for the rental.

No shit, if spring doesn't come soon and with it my zest for doing something - anything! - of real interest and consequence then I predict that within the next month I'll become some sort of pasty white hermit complete with matted hair and threadbare clothing who shys away from sunlight like Frankenstein's monster from a torch.

I'm trying to think of myself as being on the verge of bursting forth from my self imposed chrysalis. Sounds a bit more high minded than "I'm being downright slovenly but I'll get my ass in gear soon.".