‘Laziness,’ that’s what I call my current affliction, it the only way I can describe my activity this morning. Nine-twenty and I’m jus’ rolling myself over to get outta bed.
Of course, I turned off my alarm before it went off at 8:00 and even before then, I reset it from 7:00. By the time me feet hit the deck and I even think about beginning my day, I learn from my wife, whose prepping for a shower, that she’s been up since 6:00.
In that three-hour-plus time period she’s gone for her three-mile walk, mowed the front yard and edged it, mowed the backyard and has unloaded and put away everything in the dishwasher. She is not lazy and further, doesn’t like to waste time lounging around.
Her next household chore: painting the coat closet door in the front room which she’s already got taped up. It’s a job she’s been working at since early last month, having already whitewashed the bathroom doors, the bedroom doors and the two hallway closet doors.
There’s coffee in the pot and a some in my cup and I’m supposed to be writing, but all I can find to put down into words is this crap.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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