Today has been...well, a little more productive.
I've come to the conclusion that even though it's rather early in the fall, my seasonal affective disorder kicked in this week. It's kind of discouraging, because last year I managed to fight it off until January. But, let's look at the symptoms: feelings of depression (check), lethargy (check), fatigue (check), cravings for sweets and starches (check), headaches (check), sleep problems (check) and irritability (check). At first I thought it might be the large amounts of Benadryl I've been taking, but that would only explain the lethargy. I'm just having this feeling that can only be described as apathy: I suddenly just don't care about anything. Which is very very bad, because I have a number of things I need to care about. I've done this every fall since I moved north, and I should be prepared for it by now, but it's still irritating.
But today, I did at least manage to stay ambulatory long enough to clean the bathroom, do multiple loads of laundry and dishes, and sort through a big pile of papers and mail. I also spent a lot of time cleaning up cat pee I discovered at the end of the hallway. Let me explain that this is a hallway to nowhere: it leads to a tiny balcony that I use only to shake rugs off of, once or twice a month (in the months where there isn't snow piled up on it). The Mafia could set up a money-laundering operation and I'd have no idea what was going on back there, which is how the cat pee managed to go unnoticed and unsmelled. I'm hoping it was just some sort of weird attention-seeking behavior. I got this cat specifically because he didn't like a lot of attention, but in the last year or so, as he's entered middle age, he's suddenly asking to be petted and cuddled and held, and gets upset if I don't shower love upon him. Hopefully it was indeed nothing but him being angry with me at some point, because I don't want to have to install a litter box on every level of the house.
Here's how out of it I am: I just got a text message from a friend, and I had no clue what she was talking about. I had to go back and read the last message I'd sent her in order to figure out what she meant. I think I had something else I was going to talk about, but my brain is obviously shutting down for the evening, so...okay.