There is really nothing to attribute the "alicious" to except that I didn't want to be a total downer and we just read Purplicious last night at bedtime.
The "funk" pretty much explains it all.
I can probably attribute 50% to exhaustion, but the other 50% is split up between my never ending to-do list, from which nothing really ever gets down, and the depressing fact that I feel like I can never get to some important stuff I want to do because, again, my to-do list is like a bad scene from Groundhog Day.
I am not speaking anything new to most. You likely know it. You likely live it.
I don't want to feel overwhelmed here too. I have so much to catch up on simply for the sake of journaling.
I feel a random list coming on this week!