I've spent the day doing nothing, or as near as makes no difference. I re-read quite a bit of Jim Butcher's Small Favour but wrote nothing. No poetry, no re-writes, no short stories, no work on the PhD, nothing. The idea was that, since I was still exhausted after finishing the novel, I'd just re-charge. It's apparently quite common to just crash a bit, and I've experienced it before after finishing other time consuming projects, but I'm not sure I'll remain inactive long. It was far too boring.