Tant pis pour...

for whom - you? me?

I love lazy days; every Saturday is a lazy day for me lately. For all of my activity and love of life, I am indolent. Yes, I enjoy rock climbing, hiking, clubbing, ad activity infinitum, but when was the last time I exerted more energy than is required to turn the page of my book? If someone would ask me to join in their exploits, I would surely be there. But left to my own devices? I return to this lazy point of stasis: lounge, graze, fade in and out of sleep, write, read, shuffle and repeat.

What would I like to be doing right now? Laying on a hillside looking up at the night sky, philosophizing with a friend. But it is 102 degrees of full sunlight, and there is no hill or friend in sight.

So I'll just lay here in my horribly mismatched - and very comfy - clothes with Chyna snuggled around my feet, shoulder, leg at the end of the couch. And I'll think about ones who do not think of me.

But wait! One day later and one quote greater - "The direct, legitimate, immediate result of consciousness is inertia." Horray for Dostoevsky!!