Inaction.

Yesterday I dressed to go out. I had every intention of going out, I never knew where I was going. But I didn’t go. Instead I stayed home. I was very happy pottering all day. Every time I thought about going out I just found something else to do. But mostly I sat on the sofa in my office and read, or played daft games. I was very happy. But I didn’t go out. I really don’t know why. The roads were clear, the sun shone, all was well in my world but I just didn’t want to go anywhere, even church. I’m not sure how long this will last. I have to go into the village this week without fail. Medicine needs picking up from the chemist. I shall use the cash machine newly installed in the car park. I know what I need to go for. But I’m still lacking motivation. I put it down to my age. I think. My cleaner arrives this morning...I shall be glad to sit over a coffee and natter...her problems are way more interesting than mine. But where has my motivation gone? Who pinched my get up and go whilst I wasn’t looking? Since getting home from the cruise I have done very little apart from the unpacking. I’ve walked the garden every day and heard the sounds of conversation along the road as walkers go past. But just now I don’t want to join in. It’s not that I can’t decide..I knew where I would have gone to yesterday but I just didn’t want to go out. Walking around my garden was enough. So be it...having travelled half way around the world over Christmas and New Year I have clearly reached a time to relax at home. I enjoy my ancient odd house and my very long garden. So be it. back to a snooze!