Just another day

You ever have one of those days? You know, the kind of day where you just sort of hang around and do nothing?

Today was one of those days.

I should feel productive.  Every other day this week has been productive. Today? Not so much.  I sat on the couch from around 830 am to 11pm.  I knitted a mitten.  I sat with my feet up because my shins are KILLING me from my graceful fall yesterday.  I emptied the dishwasher, nuked some spaghetti, made some toast, and every now and again checked email.  Therefore, nothing fun to talk about tonight.

And I’m exhausted.  Why is it that doing nothing can sometimes lead to greater fatigue than doing something?