I've taken up some bad summertime habits.
Our dear dog is mirroring my bad habits.
They all involve lolling / sprawling / draping. Of myself. Anywhere.
I got lazy over the summer.
This involved reading tall piles of books and making unintentionally generous donations to the local library.
And there definitely was "a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest..."
The baseboards are accusing, the garden is begging, and projects are languishing.
The demands of school (of all kinds) are looming large, causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand straight up.
Does that ever happen to you?
The Summer Celebration of the Slothful is almost over!