I am home today with an upset stomach — not gluten — more like the flu.
After I left work to come home, I talked to hubby Howard, and he said he hasn’t been feeling all that great either. We are wondering if we ate something yesterday that might be causing the problem.
Anyway, while I am between “bouts,” I have a little time on my hands, so I thought I’d get in a quick post.
Time out: At this point, you need to know that I am a horrible housekeeper. I am a great day-job worker (or I hope so, anyway), but I am not-so-good at daily household tasks once I get home.
Anyway, Linda said something about being lazy, and I commented back to her that she was my type of person . . . and then she wrote back to ask if I was a lazy person, too.
After pondering the question a bit, I answered that all depends on how you define lazy. I like to think of it as being excellent at prioritizing.
The way I look at it: If on the day I die, I am lucky enough to have any semblance of memory left, I won’t remember if I dusted, washed the dishes or straightened the house. What I’ll remember is time spent with family and friends … and knitting.
Not lazy. Smart.
Anyone else out there feel the same way?
(Thanks Linda, for inspiring this. You are a wonderful, NOT-lazy friend.)
Love to all,
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