I am bored.
It's still winter, and I know a good part of this boredom is related to that. I hate the cold and cloudy weather. I want to be outside. I want to dig in the dirt and grow things. I want to wake up to sunshine and birds singing. I want to walk and run in the fresh (warm) air. This year, the boredom is sharper. I wander around the house searching for something to spark some interest.
I can only tolerate surfing the internet, reading blogs and staring at the walls for so long. TV has little appeal, perhaps because I only have a few shows I like anymore. Maybe it's because the husband watches sports non-stop and I end up dvr-ing my shows and watching them weekend mornings.
I love to read, but lately even reading doesn't have the same kind of draw as it usually does. I like to cook, but have no interest in food. I eat but don't find comfort from it like I usually do.
The husband's IBS is flaring up from all the stress lately, so he usually just wants to sit on the couch and watch TV. I just can't do that. But I don't want to go out either. It's cold. I don't want to shop. I don't want to clean.
I don't want to DO anything...yet I'm bored doing nothing.