Inertia creeps

This has not been a good weekend, nor a good week. I've felt weighed down with inaction, and a severe lack of motivation. I feel as if I've done the bare minimum in all aspects of my life. There's been too much doomscrolling, and not enough ... anything, really. I'm hoping I can somehow reset myself on Monday.

In the meantime, I've given myself permission to have a sort of wallowy weekend. I reread books that felt nurturing in some way (Zen Cho's backlist is excellent for this: The Perilous Life of Jade Yeo is just delightful, and I'm now rereading Sorcerer to the Crown; I just love the way she writes her heroines: so assertive and practical and self-assured), I cooked recipes that filled the house with delicious smells (you're always off to a good start when the recipe begins take two entire heads of garlic, cut them in half horizontally, and put everything in a roasting tray), and aside from going to the shops and a brief walk around the nature reserve this morning, I haven't left the house.

I still don't feel in a great place mentally, but I think I have at least staved off a much worse downward mood swing. I guess that's the best that can be expected at the moment.