wilting

I am wilting in the heat. And I feel glum. I should be at a party. It is the end-of-year party for my department, but between the heat and my lethargy I cannot bring myself to go out. So here I sit, feeling blue. It is a vicious cycle: I want to be out doing something, anything, to take my mind off of myself, yet I am paralyzed to go out and do the things that will take my mind off myself. Swimming seems to be the only thing that motivates me, and that is solitary and not particularly social. But at least it is good for my health.