bedridden

it's sunday. it's snowing. i just returned from getting some coffee. even though i have more work to do in preparation for my move, i've put on my pajamas and anticipate that the rest of the day will be spent in bed. it's not so much the physical fatigue from yesterday's carting about 25 large boxes down flights of stairs, into a van and then out again. it's just my heart is truly not in it. and by "it," i mean caring much about life. makes it kind of difficult to be motivated, you know?