Lying on the couch unable to do my usual routine made me ponder a few things.
- If I don't walk the dogs, no one else will. This means I spent the weekend with Brio draped across my chest, staring me in the eyeball, while Maple wrapped himself around my feet with a resigned but martyred sigh.
- My favourite thing on the planet really is reading, and luckily I can do this lying prone with my feet up. And luckily I have a lifetime supply of books in the house. Should I never walk again, I'm covered.
- I really can't read without eating, or eat without reading. I bet if I stopped reading I'd lose weight.
- As soon as I hear a neighbour start up his lawnmower, there is something in me that feels it has to jump up and mow the lawn too, even if it doesn't need it. How dare I lie here being lazy when there's work to be done? But there's a corollary to this:
- The world doesn't end if you don't get the lawn mowed.
- I like my living room. The walls are a textured gold, like Venetian plaster only matte, and when the morning sunlight comes in the window, the room glows. And I can make a shadow puppet of a panther.
- If I didn't have my job to drag me out of the house every day, I'd likely turn into a very contented but useless blob.