Staring at the ceiling

What can I say.  There was a light dusting of snow. The sun was shining. My toothache was much improved.  But I was in the doldrums.  Did nothing except feed the birds. Went nowhere.  Spent ages on the phone chatting to Margaret.  You couldn't say I was depressed or gloomy. We spent a lot of time laughing. Afterwards I thought about going out but when darkness fell I hadn't gone.  The nearest I got to trees was staring at the ceiling.  Must do better tomorrow and I will.