Sounds like a Parliment Funkadelic record.
The to-do list seems never ending. It’s a living, breathing, growing thing. That coupled with the somber realization that summer is fast retreating here and I didn’t even manage to get out once and scout a trail on the bike. The bikes themselves even seem to be conspiring against me, as they’ve all gone on injured reserve in some form or another in the past week. Bah, I’ve no one to blame but myself. I’ve been neglecting them too long. They need some love.
A rut sort of implies forward progression, though in a locked-in perspective.
I feel as though I’ve really just sort of settled into a ‘divot’. Waiting for the snow to come. To hibernate through winter. I’ve go no ‘go’ juice. I need to eat more veggies.
At least hockey starts soon.