I'm having one of those days where I just can't seem to get myself going. It was misery to get out of bed. I actually got up and then half an hour later climbed back in, determined I was going to stay there for the day. But I wasn't sick. And people were counting on me to be places and do things. So I got up. I went to work. I did some things. But the day is like walking through mud: a lot of effort (it seems) for very little progress. It's taken me all day to get this written, but I am doing one thing new for today. I'm putting in a picture.