Did you ever have one of those days where you just didn’t feel like doing a single solitary thing? It’s 10pm, and if it wasn’t for being garbage day, I’d still be in my jammies. I actually contemplated taking the trash cans out in my bathrobe, but it was too cold out. I wasn’t tired, just feeling lazy. I did muster up the energy to set out some paints, brushes, and several glass vases on the kitchen table, but it’s all still sitting there waiting for inspiration and motivation. Maybe tomorrow.
The dogs and I watched a lot of TV, checked emails, and scanned the newspaper most the day. Well, the dogs didn’t check emails, although the puppy did try to grab my iPad a few times. Speaking of puppies, I did mange to get my cardio workout by chasing him around the house all day yelling, “Drop that! Drop it, now!” He steals everything, and he’s fast, and he’s big. Then, he scratches at the door every thirty seconds wanting to go out. Thirty seconds later, he stands up, pushing on the door handle with his front paws, and opens the door. He saunters back in, leaving the door wide open. This goes on approximately five hundred times a day. Really! At least five hundred times.
Maybe I’m not really lazy, I’m just exhausted from all the puppy shenanigans. The good thing is, he’ll grow out of this stage in a couple years. Yikes!
“In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.”
― W.H. Auden