restless

I've attempted to start at least three different books this weekend. I can't focus on any one enough to get past the first twenty pages. I can't focus on writing anything. There are ideas, but they slip right by me. I should probably attempt to channel this restless, directionless energy into something worthwhile. I've already prepped the things I'm going to cook for dinner. (Spilled a bunch of melted butter too, ugh) I'm having trouble focusing on doing any one thing for more than five minutes. I've attempted at least a half dozen different LJ entries on various subjects over the weekend and none of them have seen the light of day. My focus is so poor I think I'm going to bake dinner instead of pan frying it, so as not to burn things or set myself on fire.

Things are not bad. Therapy makes me exhausted and cranky and leaves me with little emotional energy for anything else. My waist has expanded a couple inches that I do not like, so I am trying to do crunches every day and commit myself more firmly to exercise. (Please no advice on that front - thank you, I appreciate it, but not right now okay) Maybe this current spate of hummingbird intensity aimlessness is related to the increase in exercise. I am full of formless energy even though I don't want to do anything.

Today's weather is also strange and that might be it. My joints ached last night and I think it was the shift in pressure. Today it has been sunny, with a cloudless sky, and the rolling sound of thunder. Oh summer, I love you when you're strange.