A feeling like ennui

I know it's the modern condition and all, but I am bored out of my fucking mind right now.

I feel like all I've done all day is wash and fold laundry, try and find appropriate homes for recently acquired goods, and decide what to do with the ones that don't fit (either my body or my personality).  I put our emptied luggage back in the garage and I've broken down endless boxes for the recycling.  Periodically, I've shuffled into mini-pear's room, eyed the overflowing shelves and wondered where it's all going to go. 

In an effort to maintain sanity, I decided it was time to go sit in the sun and knit for a bit while mini-pear hurled herself around the playground.  We'd been there about ten minutes when some big grey clouds came and hid the sun.  I sat and felt cold and knit a bit, but then my fingers started getting too stiff for that, so I clutched my travel mug and people watched.

Then we came home and there was yet another big box on the front porch. 

Christmas was lovely, but I'd like it to end now please.  Can someone come and fold up our tree and recycle all these boxes and papers?

Comments

[old pair]

"so I clutched my travel mug and people watched"

are you sure you're not just paranoid ?

[triple P]

It's colder here than there!