My wife died a few days ago, after 47 years together, and I'm "stuck". What I mean is, I now live alone in a house that's far too large. During my wife's final illness, the house descended into chaos, and I have no enthusiasm for cleaning/tidying. The house also needs significant renovations, which I'll get to some day, I suppose.
So, I'm lonely, I'm bored, I have no enthusiasm for doing any of the zillion jobs that need doing. There are closets that I haven't opened in 10 years, drawers with mysterious contents. In the course of re-arranging rooms to accommodate a hospital bed, a lift chair, a commode, and all the medical paraphenalia, a lot of furniture got moved into strange locations.
And I just can't get my ass in gear.