A day of dampness, rain and grey once again. I seldom tire of it though. Why would I? It’s deeply comforting when I’m either inside or out. Working has been my one motto, yet being lazy is my other motto. They both fight on and on, and on, and on. It never stops. Work says what it usually says. And Lazy says what it usually says. Rarely do they meet in the middle. I wonder why. But every once in a while Lazy says to Work “sometimes you make sense” and Work sometimes replies “sometimes I wish I could be you.” Today was a day I was able to get both working together. Both seemed temporarily satisfied by that. Ooh, but that didn’t last long.
Finishing a project in bed wasn’t enough for Work. I had to get up and fix my bed.