Spoonless

 Yesterday I awoke to zero spoons.

All the things I had planned that needed done so I could get rid of stuff while there is a couple of (still basically empty but about to be gone) skips outside my flat.  And I was too full of flare up to even get dressed.

Most exciting thing I managed all day was ordering delivered zucchini kebab, so that I had dinner.  And watching far too much netflix while wedged into the side of the couch not covered in a box half-full of Lego.

My packing is so far behind where it ought be.

Today is also leaning heavily toward achieving nothing.

My thesis computer hasn't been checked and raided for data so I can throw it out.

The awful old chip-board dresser I got second hand when I was 14 has not been emptied out, much less dragged down the stairs to the skip.

Effort is so very much effort.