Hell of a Guy
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. - Thomas Jefferson

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Sloth as it Relate to this Guy…


A nasty word, sloth, but as my dearly departed mother often said, “If the shoe fits, wear it.”

Sloth is defined as one of the seven deadly sins in Christian moral tradition that refers to laziness.  Sloth is emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely carelessness in the performance of one’s obligations. Sloth can also indicate a wasting due to lack of use, concerning a person, place, thing, skill, or intangible ideal that would require maintenance, refinement, or support to continue to exist.

That whole damn definition fits this guy to a “T.”  If you are a regular reader, or were one, then you have noted my absence from this blog site and the lack of my customary bullshit posted on it.  For that I apologize.  While I would love to tell you I have been overwhelmed with things to do, the promise I made to myself many years ago not to lie prevents me from going that route.  My excuse, though it is not one a good one, is sloth.  I am and have been just too lazy to write.

Now, The Nancy and I have been incredibly busy, but not to the point of being overwhelmed by it, though she would differ with me.  The Nancy, as is her “modis operandi,” is always busy, it is her way, and these days she has way too much on her plate even for her in her super woman garb.  Me? I am lazy – a more than perfect description of this guy.

My project list continues to grow.  Where my bucket list continues to be devoid of entries, my project list has grown exponentially.  I am on volume #2.

So far today (it is now 12:30) I have not accomplished much accept to eat breakfast, watch the last episode of the season of Downton Abbey, read two chapters of a Steve Berry novel, eat lunch and write this.  How lazy can one get?

I think I am suffering from the Winter Doldrums, as I am more than sure many are this year of the Winter without End – sick of snow, sick of cold, sick of winter.  Oh, how I long to move south, but get no support for it from the CEO of this outfit.  I am damned to live in this hell until it freezes over, and at the rate we a going that could eventuate this weekend.

Well, enough of this playing.  I need to get back to my project list, but not to do it, just to add to it.

And that is all I have to say about that…