Title-less (I'm BoycottingThought)

I just got home from taking Annette to the airport and saying a sad goodbye (I miss her already), and I'm completely at lose ends.

I don't feel like doing anything -- which is completely unlike me. I don't want to look for a job. I don't want to socialize. I don't want to shop. I don't want to do laundry. I don't want to cook. I don't even want to prepare for the garage sale that I know we need to have now that we have a huge pile of STUFF in our garage.

I want to veg. I want to watch movie after movie on the various Encore stations that we can now watch on HDTV. I don't even know how to turn the damn thing on... that's how seldom I watch TV! But I have a feeling that will be extent of my activity today.

I'm sure it's escapism. And exhaustion. I'm back to square one on the job-hunting front, which is a bit scary. All my fears about not being young enough or focused enough or technical enough are flooding back and I just don't want to deal with it right now.

Maybe tomorrow, but not right now. Today I'm gonna cuddle up with my kitty cats, watch movies and Oprah, and allow myself to fall asleep in the middle of the day.

I'll even attempt to not feel guilty about it all.