Encased in Lucite

I'm stuck.
It's as if I'm in a solid block of lucite, my arms sort of at odd angles to my body, perhaps one of my hands scratching my head. Suspended where I can see all, and all can see me, but unable to move.
Ever have that feeling?
There are so many things I should be doing.
My toenails, for one. They're too long and I don't like the way too-long toenails feel when you climb between the sheets. Neither would any bed-partner I might have, although I am bed-partner free at the moment.
Speaking of bed-partners ... I am truly in awe of those who have slept with the same person every night for years. Or even those who have slept with different people every night for years. We aren't talking sex here - we aren't asleep while having sex - or at least one of us has to be awake. Unless, of course, we've both taken Ambien and are having amnesiac somnorific sexual encounters of the unconscious kind. No, just talking about actually sleeping next to someone night after night.
We single types, or divorced, or those of us married to snorers, have a difficult time imagining someone over there on the other side of the bed, kicking, perhaps, or reading late, or not reading late and annoyed because the other lamp is on. My nocturnal habits are so bizarre that no one could put up with me.
There are the late night snacks (a Wheat Thin here and there, or a pretzel. Or some Cheerios, or half an apple. Or some marshmallows. Always brush your teeth after marshmallows.) There is the laptop. The television. The two dogs. The three or four books, each opened to a page in progress.
Which reminds me, I should be writing My Book. The one I started three times and have only reached page 81.
I should be brushing my dog Shadow so I can stop bending over to pick up big fluffs of his hair from the tile floor.
Of course, I should be on a diet. (Could it be those late night snacks?)
And as long as I'm shoulding ... I should be three blogs ahead, get my teeth cleaned, visit Istanbul, (is it still Istanbul, or is it called something else now?) clear out the refrigerator shelves, find the bank deposit box key, and order a bunch of stuff from Staples online.
But I can't.
I'm stuck in this block, you see.
The more I think about it, the better this block is looking. At least my back is supported.