|"Toothpaste For Dinner" nails it again.|
That all went as planned until about noon, when I hit a wall. I simply couldn't work anymore. I thought about working on Romans, but it was too much work. I thought about reading, but that was too much work, too. I did drag myself to afternoon yoga—having felt no forearm pain for a few days—but found myself dropping out of what the class was doing.
"What," I asked myself, "is the matter with you today?"
"I'm just not," I answered myself, "in the mood to do anything hard."