I'm glad the snow is going away. I'm glad I'm not going anywhere today. So far this morning, I have lain fallow, done Jack-shit, flopped around in my bathrobe, petted the kitties, and napped. This may wind up being a pajama day, and if DH weren't out working his butt off, there would be many more of the same. I am slothful by nature. I wallow in indolence. I am an Olympic quality layabout. I haven't even turned on the TV yet. I can spend a whole day with no more entertainment than a blanket, a sofa and a window.
Maybe I'm coming down with something. I have been bone-achingly weary the past few days, and though I know I OUGHT to exercise, clean house, run laundry, write, knit, sew, be productive and contribute to society - the siren song of the recliner is so sweet and loud that it's almost impossible to deny. The only thing that might keep me from more sleep is some food. First I'll eat, then I'll nap. You know, sometimes you just gotta give in to your worser nature.