I'd been hoping that I'd be far more motivated to do more than I have - work on my personal projects, go out and be a tourist, leave the house more than once every three-four days - but nope, hasn't been the case. It feels like I've been lacking the activation energy to actually do stuff - assuming I knew what I wanted to do with any great amount of desire, which I don't, really. While not being happy, per se, with idling around the house there's been no wellspring of cabin fever, either.
The only thing I really have managed to do is to book tickets to Chicago for two weeks; the Cubs might make it to the World Series - something they haven't done since 1945! - and the city will be ka-ray-zee if they make it (much less win it). While I'm not that much of a sports fan, I remember saying in Jr High that I would probably visit Chicago if such an unlikely event happened; between remembering saying that thirty-odd years ago and tickets being hella cheap if you fly on Tuesdays ($127 RT SFO<->ORD) that was enough to rouse me out of inaction.
Still haven't figured out what I want to do if/when I grow up, but after reading