For the last couple of weeks, following my vacation time, I've felt malaise just sink into my skin, feeling like it is making a home. I read the news less and less because I can't believe a lot of what I'm reading. My sense of humor is still intact, apparently one of the last senses that dulls as you descend.
So, if you have a good laugh, post it in the comments.
The most recent setback? I'm trying to pull up the kitchen flooring safely and it turns out to be extremely tenacious. It's going to take a lot more work than I originally thought. Sometimes life feels like you're moving through stone-cold molasses.