It's an absolutely gorgeous day - one of those warm, sunny days that has you momentarily fooled that Spring has arrived.
I should be outside trimming my rosebushes, or even better, moving them both. Instead I'm cooped up in the house washing clothes and trying to recover from a nasty chest cold.
The sad truth of the matter is that even if I weren't sick, I still wouldn't be outside. I'd still be in the house, not doing a damn thing, unable to muster up enough motivation to do anything more.
Life is passing me by as I sit here, accomplishing so little, wondering where my energy and motivation have gone.