There was something missing, though I couldn't say what. I was aware, when something needed to be done. But I couldn't make my body move until there was nothing left to do. Waif-like, I wondered through the house at all hours of the night, with no particular goal and(more) no particular reason. Before going out, I spent half an hour convincing myself it was worth it, and another half an hour sitting in one place staring off into space without a thought in my head. 50% of the time after that, I decided it wasn't worth it after all and removed my shoes and coat to slither back into bed.
Back then something was wrong, though I couldn't tell you what. I was tired when I needed to be awake, and anxiously energized when I needed to be asleep. And always there was the fog surrounding my home.
This morning the fog cleared for a while, and I noticed two things in succession. It is the first of October. Last year's Christmas tree is still up.
The fog descended again. I spent a half an hour wondering if it would be worth it to take the tree down, only to put it up in two months. I spent another half an hour staring off into space. Now I've crawled into bed with my shoes still on. (less)