Don't know if it's the time change, the season shift, the weather, or what (maybe the first anniversary of Tom's death this week is contributing, too), but I've been so what listless and definitely lacking energy this week.

Didn't really do anything yesterday except go to the library sale (I "won" -- I purchased fewer than I donated) and pick up the special ordered honey loquat. Came home intending to do laundry, make cheese salad, put some outdoor things away and try to excavate the guest room in search of an electrical outlet on the common wall with the bathroom.

Instead I took a nap. And not a very good one at that. Phone calls took up the rest of the day, but I also finished the March issue of Vanity Fair -- yes, I'm nine months behind.

Ate "lunch" at 5:30, so I called it supper. Wasn't hungry til then despite having just plain yoghurt with a spoonful of blueberry jam in it for breakfast.

Linn