lazy days

the clock says it’s almost two. I don’t believe it. I think that it is more like eight pm. Ugh. I love time off but I have so much to catch up on when I’m in town. This job is not like one where you can run to the bank on your lunch break... or to the grocery store on the way home. Hell, half the time I’m a time zone away from here.

I don’t have a lot to do. Just little things. I need to finish trimming out my bedroom. But that means I have to borrow a ladder from chris, which means calling, then driving over there then hauling it up the elevator then actually climbing upon it and using it. Gather I’m lazy?

I wouldn’t describe myself as lazy. I just have to be in the mood. Like when I moved in, I was in the mood. I painted a column and three walls all by myself. I was in the mood. So, if you see my loft in it’s unfinished glory, you can say I wasn’t in the mood.

I think I’m about to run to kroger and get something for this ear infection turned cold turned hell.

One day I’ll be well.