I have so much I want to do. I want to write; there are a few different thoughts in my head. I want to go for a walk, while the sun's still shining. I want to put away the dishes and laundry, to keep the house neat.
Motivation has always been a struggle for me, but even more so lately. I worked on my puzzle. I read internet randomness. I'm now eating leftover asparagus and frozen corn for dinner. V will be home in just over an hour; I've accomplished, quite literally, nothing. Besides feeding myself, I suppose.
Lack of motivation leads to even less motivation, if that's possible. I'm going to eat more corn.