At my door

The Black Dog is barking at my threshold again.

I know all the things I need to do to chase him away, and yet I remain paralyzed in inaction. This is one of those weird mysteries, because everything in the rest of one's life experience leads one to believe that it's possible to just snap out of it.

But somehow it isn't.

It's a glorious, warm, sunny day out. I'd like to be basking in the sun, quietly and happily. But I'm not and there's no good reason why.