Inertia

I have too many things to do, and to think about, to actually get anything done.  It is the end of the summer and near the beginning of the school year, and everything is complicated and fraught and involves 8,000 forms and waiting in line, and there are kidney stones and things and changes to schedules and Offspring the Second leaving home and Alas.  I just want to go back to bed.

Perhaps a hug might help move me in the right direction, though.