So I woke up feeling kinda indefineably out of sorts this morning.  I think that I am not going to "do" Christmas decorations this year; it just feels like I don't need to hassle.  I'm feeling like a fat blob the last couple of days, which is probably just about eating too much. I guess I'm just feeling down on myself, like I never quite do all the things that I think I should do or need to do or whatever.  And maybe I am just kinda lonely, in spite of being surrounded by such wonderful people at work each day.  I don't know.  I need some good reading material.  I'm just feeling really unmotivated.  Really.  I can't seem to work up the motivation to do much of anything this morning.  And there's not necessarily any thing wrong with that, right?  I mean, it's fine to spend a Saturday relaxing.  But I won't.  If I'm not careful I'll end up this restless, unmotivated, listless, anxious mess, and that's what I really want to avoid.  If only my fairy godmother would show up with a bagel or a cinnamon roll, I'm sure it would help.  At least I have the doglets, and they are cheerful and affectionate.  Ok, I am going to make a pot of tea and see about finding a book to read.  Maybe.