In a Funk

Don't want to eat right. Don't want to hop on the trainer. Don't want to work on home projects. Don't want to work. In a funk? Yes, it would so appear. Welcome to my typical feeling in Whiskey-onsin in the dead of winter. Single digit high temps in the weekend weather forecast. Don't get to see the sun during the week with the hours I work. The weekend is supposed to get me that vitamin I so crave from the sun. But at a measly, lousy, pathetic three degrees above zero Fahrenheit as a high temperature, a nice roaring fire and a book sound much better. Am I whining? Yes, to an extent. But, hey, it could be worse. I could be a Vikings, Lions or Bears fan.