Funk.

I'm in a funk. That term could describe James Brown (RIP), but right now my meaning is different.

I'm kind of tired, and I don't like rainy days when I planned on mowing the lawn. I love mowing - all of the perfect lines and how it feels when you're done and you look out over manicured horticultural bliss...

Instead, I'm inside, brewing another pot of coffee.

Lord, get me out of this funk.