I can’t immediately recall a day that has been quite as slothful or lazy. I can honestly say that I have done nothing – unless you count staying in bed until nine (although I have an excuse…) and then making the bed after showering. I didn’t even make breakfast for heaven’s sake; my LOMYL, who insists on spooling me, made breakfast. We went shopping – he drove and pushed the cart. I did put in a huge effort by actually making my own sandwich for lunch, but then had to have a nap after in order to recover.
Since lunch, I have sat in a chair and stared out at the rain. I can’t decide whether I’m sorry about that because it’s preventing me from taking the dogs for a hike up Mount Tzouhalem or whether I’m actually pleased about said prevention.
Yes, the above description should appear in Wikipedia under the definition of “sloth.” What’s more, I don’t foresee any immediate changes. I do plan on guitaring and writing, but neither of those endeavours requires much movement.
I suspect that within an hour or two I will have to get my butt in gear (a butt that I suspect is growing wider by the minute) and take the dogs at least up to the local green space so they can ablute.
I did suffer a small amount of brain activity earlier today – I had deep thoughts, but I think I’ll save those for the manuscript rather than the blog. I still have some thinking to do about my thoughts – and I’m not sure if, in my current state, I am up to the effort.