I woke up pretty motivated. I wonder what happened. Somehow not much of what I thought I was going to do felt very productive or enticing even. Books weren't doing it. I felt more blah from reading than I did wandering around the apartment. I finally gave up any hope of "doing" anything and took a two hour nap. It helped. On my second waking I popped disc two of the second season of Mad Men into the video player and started sewing. Several quilting blocks later, and three hours of Mad Men to escape into and I'm feeling better.
I seek some motivation. There's changes coming up in my life again and I feel the need to be better prepared. Sometimes a fresh perspective escapes me.