Here I thought it was burnout, fatigue, malaise. That I was depressed, unmotivated, dispirited. That Ann Coulter's recent visit and people's failure to shut up about it were getting me down.
Turns out it's none of these things; I'm just falling sick. I'm at my desk with a space heater blaring away, wearing a scarf and toque, with my eyes burning and my head aching, trying hard to stay awake. It's not very cold here, it's just me.
Malaise or maladie, the result is still that I probably won't get as much done as I wanted to this weekend. Grr.