I’m still here. Just not in the mood for anything. I don’t want to blog. I don’t want to read and respond to Facebook posts. I don’t want to do long-neglected chores. I don’t want to go to the book festival today. I don’t want to begin that exercise program I’d been planning to begin in the fall.
I’ve cut way back on my online time (only short, infrequent visits to Facebook and barely any tweeting at all). I’ve dropped out of my book groups. I’ve sent my kids off to college. I have a lot of time leftover (after working 8 hours a day), but I don’t want to actually do anything during that extra time.
So I escape in a book…
I’m sure it will all work out once I get used to it.
Clutch Cargo Lips 
It sounds like you’ll have lots of time to deal with moth infestations, at least.
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That’s one way of looking at it, Helen.
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Yes, Helen, the timing may have been a blessing.
I am having trouble getting to blogging as well. I am not making the space to be able to even want to. And it’s not empty-nest shock for me (perhaps it’s not for you? but I imagine the new life is taking some getting used to). I have to figure out my own stuff, of course, but I hope you will do some healthy wallowing if you need it, in whatever form it takes (reading what YOU want to, for example…).
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I’m not sure what it is either, IB. I suspect I’m a little depressed. I have little interest in anything these days. It will all sort out in the wash, I am sure.
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My dear! Maybe you are just temporarily ‘worn out’, as my mother used to say. It happens to me with some frequency. Glad I’m not the only one. Come with me to the ICM on Saturday for food and whatever else they have going on, perhaps it will give you a new perspective on things.
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