So this is my first blog of 2014? I'm aghast.
Today has been one of those days. One of those days when I don't want to do anything. When I don't want to go out. When I am determined to get *something* - just one little thing - ticked off my to-do list. Have I done that little thing? Probably not.
The black dog is snapping at my heels again. Every little bit of inertia, or wanting to crawl under the duvet and hide, of overwhelming sadness, of total apathy, feeds him. And he can jolly well bugger off. Only he won't if I try to ignore him.
I made myself go out and get a haircut. You know it's bad when the lovely haircutting man holds up the mirror and asks your opinion, and your eyes fill up because you desperately need to feel lifted by something, somewhere.
When you walk home and are too tired to make a cuppa. When you look around you and you hear the black dog howling right behind you as you despair of ever seeing the house tidy.
When he stops howling and backs off just a little, because a neighbour stops you in the street to tell you you inspire her.
There's still time to do that list.