Some days are just destined to be lazy-- Then there are days like today.
Friday and cloudless. (Well as cloudless as Seattle gets in April). Not the usual suspect for a lazy day. The sun felt generous enough to share her warmth only drenching me in an overwhelming longing for summer and deep nostalgia. Which was the sure reason for the re-lighting of my lethargic tendencies.
I sometimes wonder if I came to Seattle to forget the memories the sun provides.
(Don't believe that too be true. It's too poetic to be true. It just sounds nice. Like the beginning to a murder mystery. Or just really bad poetry. Which I have always had a soft spot for. It holds cliche in one fist, while trying (failing?) to catch truth with the other. )
"Planning" used to suffice in subduing my wiggles. But now it is only kindling them... no fueling them? I need a stronger word; 'Fueling' doesn't feel right. Well, anyways, it was especially peevish today. I was caught in a minor conundrum being stuck between desires-- Sleep and adventure. I choose sleep. My inner sloth is a powerful persuader.
Regardless, I'm back in the cabin. Waiting.
