It is the middle of the afternoon. My tea is interrupted by a fit of coughing. Will it never stop? Ah, yes, finally. Lord love a duck! Where do all these silly sayings come from? However silly they are, they do express my present state of being. It is like, oh well, what can I do? It is a benign sense of helplessness, if there is such a thing.
The sun has retreated, but the snow reflects its whiteness, casting out shadows. Where has the day gone? My get up and go have not gotten up at all today. I can’t account for much aside from going to the dog park with Sheba this morning.
I was feeling such a sense of laziness and uselessness. It was a bit disconcerting. I squirmed with discomfort. Luckily help was close at hand. With a search on Google, I found the definition and reasons for laziness and how to overcome it wikiHOW.
WikiHOW even have a Facebook page with many how-to’s, even one on dealing with ridding of phlegm from colds and respiratory infection. It’s a problem I’ve been struggling with. What a find! All the help seem quite in depth. Laziness has its own reward. I will not eliminate it altogether. I wonder if they got help for how to write a novel in a month.

