Not having much luck doing anything

Since I've been up, I've mainly eaten and putzed, and I even fell asleep again. This isn't going well. I get that I don't necessarily feel like housework, but I'm not doing anything fun, either. I have lots I could read, listen to, or watch, and yet I feel ambivalent about all that. Yesterday was different; I went out to do things. Today I'm trying to enjoy being home, and it's not working.

Six chapters in

And enjoying the book. I actually feel content and happy. Why has it been so hard to just sit down with a good book, when it's really quite nice? I don't know the answer. But now I'm ready to go to bed and I feel like I accomplished something tonight, no matter how small.