The Lost Art of Lounging

I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I did. I went out and braved the elements to run an errand and get lunch. After that was done, however, all I wanted was to get home and return to it. Don’t misunderstand me. Colorado is throwing us a lovely, sunny day. I have every excuse to be out and about and soaking up Vitamin K. I don’t have any excuse to return to the womb of my covers, but back into them I went soon after arriving back home.

Part of this is, in fact, the sunshine’s fault. I am prone to headaches and one has returned. It’s not serious enough to keep me from creating some art and posting this missive, but still. So, I’ve taken a nice little catnap. I awoke with a smaller headache and the rest of my day to pursue, and … I’m still under the covers. In fact, I plan on spending the rest of this day in this state of vague laziness. And for those of you sneering right now, I remind or inform you as the case may be, Marcel Proust wrote all seven volumes of his classic In Search of Lost Time from his, possibly hypochondriac, sickbed. Even the lovely Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis was known to lay in, allowing maids to do the heaving lifting for a bit. If it’s good enough for them, it’s good enough for little old me and and I resolve to join their company, effective immediately.