But I’m not sick

I don't look sick. I don't feel sick. But I can't concentrate or get anything done. I'm snapping at the boys, and staring off into space. I sat in the car today while the baby slept for an hour and a half. Normally I would find some work to do, and revel in the extended streak of quiet. But today I just sat there.

I don't even want to play with my excel spreadsheets.

I don't want to knit. I don't want to read. I don't even want to eat my feelings. I'm numb right now.