Lazy

"I am basically lazy."

The only dentist that I have ever enjoyed, said this to me, a few months before she retired. She was responding to my asking her how often she flossed. For some reason, those few words resonated with me.

She wasn't, lazy, of course. She owned her home on a lake, as well as the duplex where she operated her own business. She often ran the office, worked without an assistant or hygienist, and even developed her own x-rays.

She was ill. She had developed an unknown disease, and it had drained her of all of her energy.

Whenever I feel like labeling myself as "lazy," I remember this silly little exchange of words.

Today I was energetic. It was a three-day weekend and I had rested, relaxed, and visited on Friday and Saturday. This gave me a much needed extra day to attack a larger project - a closet.

I am happy when I am able to tackle a big task, but I am also okay with myself when I am less energetic.

And, now, aren't you happy for me, too?

And, now, I am too lazy to write anymore!

Until Tomorrow,
Ann and Dennis
Living with Shy Drager, Multiple System Atrophy, Parkinson's Plus or something else