Hiding behind my fence... in Random Thoughts

I do that more than I’d like. I’d planned to put my truck’s 4-wheel drive to use this summer and take the trail up to the mountains. That didn’t happen. Now it’s the rainy season. I frequently make plans to go out and do something. To try and meet people. But, it doesn’t happen. I even rattle around projects around the house I’m gonna get done, and come the weekend, I’m planted on the couch with the dog and cat. I even mean to write more on here, and don’t follow through. It’s just couch and Netflix with two snoring pets. Yes, I’m saying my cat snores too… the fat prick… But anyway…
I can’t put my finger on why. Even when I try and kickstart myself on Saturday, still nothing.
It’s not a curiosity why I don’t have visitors. I’m behind the fence, with the gate closed and locked, in the house, with the doors locked and the burglar alarm armed, vegitating.
I’m probably doomed to die alone.
I had more to say, but now I’m drawing a blank.