Loafing seems to have become the Order of the Day. Ruby is snoozing at the foot of the bed. The Human regards the mere thought of getting off the sack and doing something constructive with…well…horror.
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It’s a decently walkable day, actually. A mere 101° in the shade of the back porch, as we’re pushing noon.
That notwithstanding, I’m just not up for hiking to any of the three grocery stores within walking distance. Nor do I feel in the mood to pay an Uber dude to drive me to a store and wait around until I come out with a basketful of purchases.
All of it: waaaayyyy too much like work!
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And the fact of the matter is, we have enough canned dawg food to last for at least a week — and maybe a day or two more. The Human also has enough frozen and packaged chow to last her a week or so, too. Soooo….there really is no need to go charging out into the heat to restock the larder.
I’m thinking some Planned Loafing is in order. Decide on a menu that will last as long as Ruby’s stores will last — a week or ten days. Then figure out if some step-&-fetchit service can bring another week or ten days’ worth. And during that time? LOAF.
Loaf, loaf, loaf, and loaf some more. A civilized way of putting that would be REST.
Rest until the sore hip heals up (if it will)
Rest until the peripheral neuropathy stops buzzing (if it will)
Rest until some serious swimming-pool exercises can get done (if they will)
Rest until Gerardo’s guys come around to renovate the back yard (if they will)
And so on to luxurious infinity! Seriously: just lay off throwing myself around, arrange to have Uber or another cab service schlep me around, pray for the best…and see what happens. Maybe a couple weeks of loafing will bring this spate of weird ailment to an end…