It Depends What You Mean By "Lazy"

Yesterday was glorious, people.

I did, in fact, stay in my pj's all day.

Room Service in Vegas. So glorious.

The Hogs beat Auburn in the 4th overtime. I got about half of my papers graded. Managed to fit in a 3-hr nap. Life is good.

It occurs to me, though, when I try to describe yesterday as lazy, that is not the right word. Here's how it went down:

7:00 a.m. - noon: Graded papers for my side job (<--- had a lot to catch up on bc of Vegas)

12:00 p.m. - 1:00 p.m.: Break for lunch/Catch up on The Good Wife

1:00 p.m. - 5:00 p.m.: Camp out with heating pad (per the masseuse) and prep for a Woolf essay/read for American Lit/nap

5:00 p.m. - 10:00 p.m.: Grade for my own classes (<-- almost finished one. Still have one more to go.)

10:00 p.m.: Start new Woolf book in bed/drift off to sleep

So, 'lazy' is perhaps a misnomer.

This is lazy:

That is her BFF. They are inseparable.

This morning's agenda consists solely of a Woolf essay. I'm making myself do it before I'm allowed (allowed! so sick!) to grade any more papers or clean up around the house.

I'll give you all my King Sooper's coupons to come write this thing for me. Don't even knock. Just come right in.