into the pond.

I don't want to do anything today. Or yesterday, or probably tomorrow. It is gloomy and wonderful outside, but I want to go buy groceries and I don't want to do that in the rain. I want to do my laundry, but I don't want to have to fold it all. I want the kitchen clean, but I don't want to do the dishes.
I especially don't want to scrub maple syrup off the kitchen table.
I still have to do my taxes. But I have tomorrow to do them. Maybe I'll get wild and do them tonight. PROBABLY NOT. Probabababably not.
Maybe I'll finish the yoke of my raglan.
THAT seems pretty likely.
Pretty fucking likely indeed.