Mother Nature is making a lackluster attempt at snow, today. I am watching puffy flakes float lazily to the ground, where they are immediately absorbed into the parched earth. The grayness of the day is lending itself beautifully to my official day of sloth and laziness.
I started the day of sloth by refusing to rise from my bed before the hour of ten a.m., long after Hugh had left to officiate at the middle school wrestling tournament in Hooterville, well after The Teenager had left to help with a pee-wee wrestling tournament here in Petticoat Junction, and; only slightly before the Man-Cub arrived home from a sleepover at Mikey's house.
Once I was up, I enjoyed several leisurely cups of coffee while watching what is sure to be the first in a day-long Nicholas Sparks marathon of romantic dramas. For the record, movie number one: The Lucky One.
Since I deep-cleaned the house last weekend and have kept up with the mess since; I can get by today with nothing more than a light surface cleaning, which, shouldn't take more than a half hour or so.
I could run a few errands, such as grocery shopping or the like, but, I don't see that happening (it's snowwwing. Oh, wait, no it isn't. Wait! There it goes again. Well, it's not sticking, see above: lackluster) as that would totally ruin the spirit of a day of sloth.
In fact, I'm starting to rethink my decision to attempt a spring risotto for dinner as stirring risotto requires more energy than a typical sloth might exhibit.
I guess I'll think about it while I sit here on the couch and watch The Notebook.
That particular activity is sloth-approved. The TV watching part, I mean; the thinking part? Hmm, maybe not so much.