Lazy Day

About 20 minutes ago it was pouring down rain, and now the sun is out and shining brightly. For a second I wondered if I had somehow teleported back to Auckland, where people often joke about the seasons changing every fifteen minutes. (I don't know why it's a joke, though--it really is like that.)

Well, it's Wednesday, my last day of work before taking a nice little vacation to the Bay Area for awhile. I'm looking forward to it, a lot. One of the guys at work called me a loner, because I will be doing the six-hour drive from Los Angeles by myself. I didn't argue with him, because he's right. I have definite loner tendencies. Sometimes this is a good thing, sometimes--not so much.

But I'm not really in the mood to analyze myself this morning. What I am in the mood for is breakfast. Even though it is already 9am. I've been up since about 7.30am, but my typical MO is to wake up early and then lie in bed for at least another hour, trying to pretend that I am still asleep. I am not one of those people who can just leap out of bed when the alarm goes off. That is a shock to the system that, quite frankly, my system has never been able to handle all that well.

Instead I like to loll in bed for awhile before I drag myself out from under my blissfully warm covers and then I stay in my pajamas until I absolutely have to get changed. If I don't have to go to work, this could easily be all day.

Am I lazy then? Well, yes, I suppose I am. Is that a quality-of-life issue I should be worried about? Probably. Am I worried about it? I don't know, ask me after I've had some grub.

If I can ever get myself out of this bed and down to the dining room, that is.