I've done very little all week other than take naps and sit and stare out of the window at the horizontal snow. I did some knitting on a new Oddball blanket but nothing else. I have no desire to do anything else. I guess it could be called the doldrums.
According to Wikipedia:
In colloquial usage, "being in the doldrums" refers to being in a state of listlessness, despondency, inactivity, stagnation, or a slump, as characterised in Coleridge's poem:
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
So here I sit waiting for the tide to change and toss my ship to and fro so I can resume my journey.