I’m going through an extremely lazy and self-indulgent period right now. Work is boring, so I have put in two consecutive 8 hour days. Anyone who knows how much I usually work understands that’s weird. Last night I went home, did not do the dishes, did not take out the trash, did not clean up the office, did not do the bills. I read a novel. I did the same thing on Sunday. I don’t feel like cooking. I don’t feel like cleaning.
La-zy.
Fortunately, I’m pretty sure it’s a phase — a recharging period in my rare downtime. The only problem is that my husband ends up picking up the slack for what I don’t do. So maybe I need to do a little more so he doesn’t have to do any extra. But still, I don’t feel like it.
(Note: I knew darn well why I was tired.)
My Truant Pen 