Of course, so are work, dishes, laundry, getting loved ones to the medical care they need, writing and art. Etcetera. Oh, yeah, and food. I daydream about cutting corners with a frozen dinner or picking up fast food on the way home. For a while I'd get a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store when I felt like this; that ended when I spent the night sick from whatever they were using to flavor it. There was no change in the label to warn of different oil or flavoring or anything, so I just had to stop doing that. *sigh*
Usually I can use silly online games to help me transition from work-focus to creative-focus, but lately there just aren't any spoons left. I play the games and start to nod off. Breeding dragons doesn't take spoons; but it's a measure of how tired I am that I'm not even writing silly stories about the dragons.
Oh, well, since I don't have spoons for creative writing, I think I'll head to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be better.