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.