What a lazy Sunday morning. I'm going to blame it on Sunday since it couldn't, no way, be me that's lazy. It has to be this day. It must be Sunday's fault that I can't organize the things that I should try to get done today and don't even want to try to think about them. It must be Sunday's fault that I haven't pulled on my running shoes and headed out for a run before the temps soar up to the high heavens. It must be the fault of the day that I've already spent so much idle time gazing out the window, leaning back in my chair, coffee mug in both hands and legs tucked up underneath me. What a lazy morning.
It can't be me.
TT
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