It’s the shortest day of the year. Never mind that winter solstice stuff, today is only 23 hours long so this is the real shortest day.
It feels logy. Lazy. I think I’m getting a sinusitis attack, my face hurts and I don’t feel like doing anything important.
And I’ve got a perfect excuse; it’s the shortest day of the year and nothing important can be done because there isn’t enough time. I’m not sure I have enough time to take the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. You have to clean the lint filter when you do that and get one of those dryer sheets that keep your panties from being itchy when you put them on and I just don’t have the time.
It’s the shortest day of the year and I’m feeling lazy.