...and then on other days, you're just kind of stuck.

Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.(Tennyson)

At least once a day--and often more--I find myself becoming Mariana in the moated grange. Which is simply to say that nothing happening is sometimes as bad as the things that happen, and often even more distracting.