Okay, I’m not really apathetic. I care, deeply. I’m just having a hard time getting motivated. There are a zillion little tasks that need doing, and it’s taking all my willpower to begin any of them. After the dishwasher was loaded, there were dishes in the sink. And crud on the counter. Piles of books everywhere. Dog hair.

Let’s not even talk about the bathroom.

I’m going to work in a half hour or so to meet a potential student. So instead of taking on any of the aforementioned tasks, I’m whining about my lack of motivation.

Moon, bless her, is doing her own laundry. She took Peter’s clean stuff into his room, but I’d bet money he hasn’t folded anything. That’s okay, though… he’s reading and listening to music. He and F pretended to be secret agents all morning, spying on the rest of us.

I just wish I was in the mood to clean.