I'm experiencing one of the seven deadly sins.
I'm not much for greed. But some of the others I do pretty well.
Today (this week) is sloth.
Could be the heat wearing me down. I do hate to sweat (how many deadly sins involve sweat?)
Could be that Texans are rewriting textbook history. The thought of every Tom, Dick and Harry doing whatever the hell they want with history is wearing me down.
The thought of searching for a photo to top a youthful, patriotic Liberace is wearing me down too.
I'm going to go and be furry and hang from a tree. As long as that doesn't interfere with eating pizza, drinking wine and watching television.