Good Grief 82

Interest
I awoke following a hideous dream in that limbo hypnopompic state and exhausted after the past week.
The details don't bear repeating but it metaphorically involved trying to 'flog a dead horse' (writing that down has just made me realise what a horrible expression that is) ... in other words, trying to generate life in the lifeless.
The prospect of trying to retrieve 'normality' and work tomorrow feels overwhelming.
I have so little interest in anything.
Normally that might sound so trivial but I am coming to realise how important interest is. Without it, it is almost impossible to generate life.