I don't mean that I'm constantly scratching, as though I have fleas, but there's something niggling away at me. It's not that I'm bored - or not really - but I'm itching to DO something. The trouble is, I don't know what!
It's not as though I have nothing to do. I have plenty, but nothing that I have waiting to be done appeals to me. I want something different.
As I said, it's not boredom as such; more a general lassitude, ennui. And when that feeling hits, there really is only one answer; plug on at those things that should be done and wait for the feeling to pass.
That was this morning. Since then I have crossed a number of 'things that should be done' off the list, either having done them or decided they didn't really need doing anyway. I felt the better for that. This afternoon's walk helped clear the cobwebs as well. A fresh breeze blowing off the Channel, clear views across the splendid South Downs and out to sea, big splodges of blue amid the clouds - the perfect elixir.