A vision of bedraggled slow motion, you begrudgingly leave your warm bed and with some trepidation approach the bedroom window. You already know what awaits you outside, but you bravely peek through the blinds anyway. There it is , dark, grey, dull. The clouds are down to the ground and the sun has disappeared. An involuntary shudder chills your whole body when you recognized that as far as the weather is concerned, this is as good as it's going to get.
Today is a gray carbon copy of many yesterdays and a forerunner of many tomorrows.
As you've done for many mornings, you question the wisdom of going into work and run through all the reasons why it would make sense to stay home. For the proverbial two cents, even less, you would readily forego the travails of work and stay at home to cuddle under an Afghan or sip tea by the fire. Your energy is almost nil and your motivation was least seen several months ago. Your ability to concentrate seems a skill of the distant past and you make more than your share of mistakes. Surely it would be better to stay home and spare your coworkers the burden of your presence.