malaise

yesterday I motivated myself enough to spend 40 minutes on the treadmill, but today I don't see it happening. I just want to use my 1-2 hours of non-toddler time to read something for enjoyment - for example Ann Patchett's "Patron Saint of Liars" that I'm enjoying but only get to read in 10 minute increments. Gray skies don't normally bug me, but I am feeling down, bored, in a rut and just generally in a purple funk that won't go away. IL is showing a strong resemblance to OH recently in the crappy sunless weather department and I am not enjoying it.

To summarize - BLAH.