Unmotivated
Jan. 7th, 2026 07:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wiseheartThat's what I've been for quite some time by now. Of course, the water damage only made things worse. And the fact that I'm wasting so much time due to the total lack of motivation isn't encouraging, either. *sigh*
Today I had to cook. Just a simple potato casserole and a salad, but still. I really, really don't like to cook, unless I want to try out something new. Still, it was good; only that it was a one-day ration, which means I'll have to cook tomorrow again.
I thought I'd do a great deal of crafting today. Well... I didn't. I managed to do a tiny bit, about ten percent of what I should have, and then I gave up. As mentioned before: zero motivation. Which is unfortunate, as these poor quiet books have been in the making for a year by now, and I originally hoped they'd be done by Easter, but things don't look very promising in that area.
We watched some telly, in the middle of which my friend Evie called and we talked for about an hour. She lives in one of the outer districts and today she couldn't go to work because of all the snow. Outer districts aren't visited by the snow ploughs often enough, and her house is on top of a steep hill. She tried to leave early in the morning, but her ancient car couldn't deal with the ice, so she was sensible enough to turn back after a few metres. Good for her, bad for the colleagues who had to take over her lessons. Even though she sent them plans and exercises via the internet.
I didn't leave the house today and I'm not planning to do so tomorrow or the day after, either. We'll make do what we have in the fridge and the freezer.
Today I had to cook. Just a simple potato casserole and a salad, but still. I really, really don't like to cook, unless I want to try out something new. Still, it was good; only that it was a one-day ration, which means I'll have to cook tomorrow again.
I thought I'd do a great deal of crafting today. Well... I didn't. I managed to do a tiny bit, about ten percent of what I should have, and then I gave up. As mentioned before: zero motivation. Which is unfortunate, as these poor quiet books have been in the making for a year by now, and I originally hoped they'd be done by Easter, but things don't look very promising in that area.
We watched some telly, in the middle of which my friend Evie called and we talked for about an hour. She lives in one of the outer districts and today she couldn't go to work because of all the snow. Outer districts aren't visited by the snow ploughs often enough, and her house is on top of a steep hill. She tried to leave early in the morning, but her ancient car couldn't deal with the ice, so she was sensible enough to turn back after a few metres. Good for her, bad for the colleagues who had to take over her lessons. Even though she sent them plans and exercises via the internet.
I didn't leave the house today and I'm not planning to do so tomorrow or the day after, either. We'll make do what we have in the fridge and the freezer.
