I had a hard time getting moving today. I needed to do laundry. I thought about it several times throughout the day. All I had to do was get up and do it, but my butt stayed in the chair. It’s not hard. It takes very little effort on my part. I just didn’t make the effort. (I did eventually get the laundry started.)
I’ve had a headache for the last, oh…3 hours. Have I taken anything? No. Because that would be the smart thing to do. And it would mean I’d have to move. Get up, get water, get pills. Put the laptop down…eh, my headache’s not so bad.
Riley is going to get stung one of these days. Every time a bee or a wasp gets near him, he leaps for it and snaps at it. I keep telling him he’s got it all backwards (“Buddy, it’s not a good idea to antagonize flying insects with stingers. Trust me.”), but he’s not listening to me.
Maybe Riley can fight our battles for us. He can wrestle with the developers who leave me hanging. He can argue with the administrators who are running John’s paperwork in circles, and he can twist the arms of John’s committee members so they’ll show up for meetings. Maybe all that fighting for us will take his (tiny crazy little) mind off trying to catch bumblebees in his mouth, and he can be spared the sting he’s heading toward.
Hey, I think my headache is going away.