I've not fallen, but I can't get up. in Random Thoughts

The pets and I have been very inactive this weekend. The dog is curled in a ball passed out, and the cat is on his back with this sort of smirk as he sleeps.
I’m barely keeping my eyes open. I’ve given multiple attempts to start doing something productive, but end up horizontal or close to it every time I try. Either my body is demanding more rest, or the depression is kicking my ass again. I bloody hate this.
Well, back to what I was doing. Nothing.