I just don’t want to do anything. I’ve spent the weekend mooching around the house, but keep gravitating back to the bed. The kids and DH occasionally ask me to join in something or come to tell me something, and I join in or listen but then go back to lying on the bed. We went for a walk yesterday, which was OK, but then when we came back I just didn’t really do anything. I keep thinking of things I feel I should want to do, but I don’t want to.
I can’t even get together the mental energy to read. A lot of the time I’m just staring at the ceiling.
I’m basically just waiting for, but definitely not looking forward to, starting work again on Monday, closing the door to my study for 10-14 hrs of back to back zoom calls. All week will be the same, and I’ll count down the days to the weekend, but then at the weekend I will just wait for Monday again.