That's how I feel today. Not out-of-sorts. Not sorta OK.

*unsorted*

I don't feel like doing anything. But I don't feel like doing nothing.

I wanted breakfast and coffee, but I wasn't hungry and didn't eat much of it. Drank all the coffee, but no improvement.

I got dressed by dint of putting on the first pair of pants and blouse in the closet (everything matches with a white blouse).

I'm at work by virtue of having detached my mind and driven on auto pilot. Not much traffic, not many pedestrians.

Thank goodness for custom and practice.

And I'll be darned if anything is going to make me rise to the occasion.

Veg time. Lethargic mode. Bleh.