lazy sunday [through saturday]

I'm lazy. Lazy like a "big old dog," as my dad used to say. I'm not crazy-lazy. I have a job and all. I get out of bed. "I warsh myself with a rag on a stick." Launder my clothing, the whole civilized bit. But, beyond that, my production starts to tail off. I struggle to perform acts of cleanliness beyond the most immediate needs of personal hygeine. For this, shame. So, as you might guess, festering in my own filth as I do, sometimes the blog succumb to the