Lazy Day

Today I allowed myself to be lazy and spent the whole day huddling in a mass of blankets with my tablet. I was just so cold and so tired, for no reason that I can tell. At noonish I dragged myself outside and then cooked lunch. Usually forcing activity lessens the inexplicable malaise. Right now I'm trying to kick myself into some writing or creative work of some sort. Rereading my own stuff helps sometimes.

I've disrupted my own rhythms, I suppose. It's scary how easily I can fall out of the habit of writing (or editing, or whatnot). It makes me wonder if I'll ever cultivate the skill-set necessary for a freelance writer.