I just walked over to Joyce's house. I knocked on the door as I could hear her television playing loudly. She opened it and the biggest grin formed on her face.
"I need you today," I told her. "I am having a rough go of it."
"What's wrong?" Joyce asked, looking pained.
"I can't motivate myself to do anything. I feel stuck in the mud."
I walked inside and took a seat in her den as she turned down her TV.
"Talk to me," she said.
"I feel slow, tired, as if any exertion will push me over the edge."
"What do you want to do?" Joyce asked.
"I want to curl up in my Lazy Boy and read magazines and smoke cigarettes. I need to be cleaning house, though."
"Screw that!" Joyce said which surprised me coming from such a pious woman. "Go kick your feet up and take the day off."
"Honey, we are not normal people and don't do normal well," Joyce told me as I was walking to her door to leave. "You go home and do what you need to do to get through this rough spell."
"Come over in a little bit and eat a piece of lemon meringue pie with me," I told her as I left.
She smiled and said she would be over after a shower. I am going to take Joyce's advice and just veg, browsing blogs and reading magazines. It is going to be a "go slow" day before work. I will mosey on in for work this afternoon and come home to a long nap. I feel so tired today. Exhausted.