Lazylympics

It's Friday today. My day off work and therefore the day I try to get all the things done that work doesn’t leave me enough time to do between Monday and Thursday. I wake up to lots of space in my bed, enjoy stretching out all the way like a starfish and go back to sleep again.
When I wake up for the second time this morning my head is already spinning and full of thoughts. Thoughts about all the things I’d like to do competing with thoughts about all the things I ought to be doing. This internal warfare of thoughts makes me feel so tired and exhausted before I even get up that I decide not to do either. Somehow, it feels like a clever solution. 

My assumption that I may be more disciplined when I’m on my own is already losing its strength and I am now considering that it could easily turn out to be the opposite: I might be lazier.

Later that morning I start feeling guilty about having lost so many valuable hours of the day already and not having achieved anything yet. I get a text message from Tony. It cheers me up and reminds me that he’s even lazier than I am. Not only that but he will always be better at it too – because he doesn’t waste time feeling guilty about it.