Over the past week, I seem to have become both a bum and a wimp.

Ending last Monday, I had company in my house for two weeks straight... and after they had all gone home, all I wanted to do was sit in front of the fire and read. Or doze, more likely.

The problem with that is that this lasted the entire week... night after night, that's all I wanted to do after work. Sit. Read. Avoid responsibility. Deny real-life realities. Eat frozen dinners. Binge on gluten-free cookies (yes, that really happened... today).

Not until last night did I do anything really productive. And even so, I still stayed up too late reading afterwards...

I've also gotten to the point that I'm still running my heater and my fireplace to keep warm - even though it's in the sixties and seventies during the day. Before this warmer weather surprised us with the hope of spring, I had been so careful to ration my propane for my fireplace, to take care that I wasn't running my space heaters excessively. I could walk around barefoot and be amused at the fact that my house was chilly - even be proud of the fact that I could handle the cold and NOT turn on the heat to save money.

But I turned into a wimp overnight. I've come home every night this week, felt a slight chill in the air, and turned the fireplace on lickety-split. I guess it could be due to the fact that I thought I was coming down with something. At least that's what I'll use as my excuse for the depleted propane tank and higher electric bill next month.

Maybe I'll get out of this slump and recover from my lazy, wimpy week this weekend. Or maybe it will extend a few more days... I'll have to wait and see.