I am very grumpy at the moment, and cranky, and a lot of words like that; disinclined to do anything, dissatisfied with my own lack of joy, not sleepy, not motivated to accomplish even small tasks. In fact, I have been that way all weekend. I slept really badly again last night, which is part of it. The weather is very gray and wet and humid, in short, yucky.
Reading helped a bit. I read the two newest Martha Wells books, and am working on a book for review and a YA novel. And tonight is the first choir rehearsal of the season, which I am hoping will cheer me up vastly, providing the un-air-conditioned choir room is not too dreadfully uncomfortable.
I hope this dreariness passes soon. I do not like it.