Some of my blahness is caused by our no-show contractor this week leaving us with a working tub and toilet in the bathroom but the sink is leaking, no mirror and the closet is not usable. I hate being a refugee within the confines of my own house.
I haven't really had a quiet day at home by myself in a while so I'm just going with my blah mood and planning to finish my current book, The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst, and starting my next one, The Fourth Bear: A Nursery Crime by Jasper Fforde. Then I will have a relaxing bubble bath to celebrate that at least the tub is working.
I will be going out to vote, though. Too many important state constitutional amendments on the ballot to ignore my civic duty no matter how much of a funk I'm in.