The work just sits there and sits there and doesn't get smaller; yet somehow my reasons for not doing it alter slightly, flickeringly, chimerical, as the hours pass by and I drift from room to room.
Today, I have, however, read the entire paper, discussed its contents with the historian, gone with him and Bruiser to the dog park, uploaded a ton of photographs to flickr, played with my grandson a little, and pondered my lassitude. Pondered it, I say. Deeply. Penetratingly. As the hours pass by.
You are not the laziest person alive, because I am. I had many student stories to read and a lecture to write. What did I do? I didn't even read the paper!! I did go to yoga, and I did play Connect Four with Son. Read a few comic books, etc. Took him bike riding in his new helmet. All in all, though, it sounds like we both had successful weekends. Let's hear it for laziness!!
ReplyDeleteWell, this pretty much explains why you ignored my emails about our paper--you were off pondering lassitude instead of the ridiculous multimodal contexts of use jibberish I sent you. I swear there was a high-five kind of moment last week, a resolve to finish this beast. Maybe I imagined that; maybe instead we were celebrating a the latest Jazz victory. Now, that's a resolve I can handle.
ReplyDeleteAt least you're not so lazy as to leave the cap loose on your bottle of Benadryl....
ReplyDeleteOK. I'm done.