I'm in a funk. I'm stuck in a rut. I need a project I think but I can't muster the energy to do anything. I have a commissioned quilt to make. I need to clean a table to work on it. That makes me mad, then depressed, then stagnated. I'm held back by clutter. Most of the clutter is in my mind though.
I miss my old house. I'm looking for a new one. We've been in this one for three years and the stuff we've accumulated is smothering me. I need to just get sewing since I can't find a good place to knit anymore.
Maybe some of my problem is the depressive books I have been listening to. Maybe, tomorrow.
