Funny about Money

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. ―Edmund Burke

Lazied Out???

ooohhhhhhhhhh…. Has WonderSurgeon turned me into a zombie? Whaa?

Of late, I just do NOT seem to be able to get my act together in the morning. It’s a good thing I don’t have to be at a job come 8 or 9 ayem, because I sure wouldn’t last much longer, at the rate I’m going.

Down at the church, we have what has been dubbed “Switch Sunday”: every third Sunday of the month senior choir sings at the nine o’clock service, meaning we have to surface there at eight o’clock, two hours earlier than our normal choir call. I’ve never been fond of this relatively new “tradition,” because Sunday really is the single day that I prefer to move slowly.

One reason I pay to have the New York Times delivered in hard copy IS the Sunday Times: I want to read the Magazine, the book review section, the Sunday Review, the business section, and the front section (pretty much in that order) over breakfast and a second pot of coffee.

As a practical matter, if I don’t get to the Times over breakfast, I’m not going to get to it, because there are so many other things that have to be done day by day. And so that expensive Sunday paper is going to get dropped into the recycler, mostly unread.

But whatEVER. It’s not that big a deal. I guess. On these inconvenient Sundays I try to at least look at the Magazine while bolting down breakfast, and then the rest of the pile of dead, mashed trees goes into the trash. I’d rather be singing than reading a newspaper, any day.

 This morning, though…f’r hevvinsake!

The alarm went off at 5:30.

NOT, for a change, loafing in the sack for another 20 minutes, I got up, read and responded to a couple of emails, fed the dogs, returned briefly to the ongoing project of de-stinking the slow cooker (which smells grossly of the many pounds of dog meat that have simmered interminably therein), cooked my breakfast, sat down to eat. As I was stuffing a piece of apple into my face, I glanced up at the clock to see how long I had to get dressed…and…


And my face wasn’t even washed.

Where the hell two hours went, I do not know! Needless to say, I didn’t make it to choir this morning.

Really, since about the third of these five endless surgeries, I simply don’t seem to be able to get moving in the morning. Often these days I’ll be stumbling around the house, feeding the dogs and doing the early a.m. chores and answering emails and checking on students, I’ll look at a clock, and it’s FREAKING 9:30 IN THE MORNING! And I haven’t even gotten dressed yet!

Ugh! What an enormous amount of wasted time!

Somehow, I have got to get over this!

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  1. Gee, do you think maybe the stress of your surgeries coupled with the stress of your very impressive self advocacy added to the need for your body to recover after this final major surgery has caught up with you?
    A bit of sarcasm, maybe more than a bit, you sound a little like my hubby – he seems to think the body should bounce back like it did at 30.
    I would guess that the possibility exists that your body/mind connection has taken over and may be trying to force you into resting at least for a longer time than you think you should.
    You had surgeries, you ran around to doctors, you got your dogs ready, you got your novel ready, you got your business ready, you got classes ready, you worried about your son, you got your house ready, you dealt with your blog and blog friends and local friends – it isn’t as if you have been loafing around these last few months.
    On the other hand, I am impressed that you think you should be back in fighting trim after the surgeries and, what I think is harder, the stress of figuring/finding out what was the best course of action for you.
    I think you need to grab that wine/scotch look out the window give a big sigh and give a joyful shout that you are here.
    I know I am happy you are here.

  2. Couldn’t agree more with COLDinMN. Give yourself a break, for cryin’ out loud!