I’m spending today being lazy. I don’t know how different this is from normal, but I’m being deliberately lazy and not allowing myself (or trying anyway) to feel guilty about not doing anything productive today. I’ve been so busy lately!
Dad was out of town for the last two weeks so I’ve been back and forth to his house 2-3 times a day to get the dog out. Between that and work and skating, I’ve felt like I haven’t been home in a week! Add onto that a fall I took skating last week (that left me hobbling around and feeling like I needed to look for age spot removal, aka I was moving around like a little old lady), I decided that a lazy day, or even a lazy weekend wasn’t a bad idea. So I’m hanging out on the couch with the cats and catching up on everything that’s been languishing on the TiVo without me.
I’m just trying to ignore the trash that needs to go out, the dishes that need washed, and the piles of clutter that really need to be picked up. Not to mention the litterboxes that are in desperate need of being changed. I don’t suppose I could pay someone to do that for me? My back still hurts me a bit when I bend over like that, and I’m reeeeaalllly wanting to avoid that particular task.