Shame on Me

  I've been off work since the end of January, having undergone two surgeries and sustaining some spinal nerve complications as a result.  (That's the short explanation.)  I had no idea I would be at home this long.  It would have been great to have been able to use all this time to tear into all the projects around the house that needed to be done.  But when you are off your feet for a a couple months, more or less, and then your spine decides to let you know how unhappy it is by throwing a hissy-fit of it's own, you really can't get much done.  

   And now that I am able to do more, I have become too lazy to do it.  What a crying shame!  I have started walking a couple miles a day with a neighbor lady.  And I am riding my bike - occasionally - with my husband.  Those are good things.  Right?  But I still can't make myself tear into all those projects.  I will probably FINALLY get up the gumption to start on those projects just about the time when I return to work.  Then I can tell my husband, "Darn, I was just getting ready to ..." (fill in the blank).  

   Think he'll believe me?  Nah, me either.