Sitting by a warm fire.
In my jammies.
Don’t be. I just don’t feel like doing anything today.
I have my lazy turned up to high.
Since I am not characterized by being lazy, my family is simply pleasantly surprised that I am “chilling”. They are curled up with books or movies in this same room. Heaven.
When dinner comes around, I will not win friends and influence people if I say, “I forgot to make dinner” though will I? Not in my house full of men. They want to eat:).
Laziness is one of those strange things. It is so appealing on a rainy afternoon, like today as I write this. But laziness to the point that responsibilities are neglected is simply intolerable.
Now three things personify laziness:
A male lion lazing in the shade,
An overfed house cat,
And a 12-year-old boy….