So Much Nothing

I've done so much nothing lately that I'm getting really good at it. I watched someone else clean my gutters, and I wore the mask my wife made. Me? I made toast, and read a book. My neighbor planted a garden, I yawned, and crawled back to the tv. Flowers are being planted, but not by me. I don't hate flowers, it's just that now I have the perfect excuse to go with my strength, laziness. I knew I'd eventually come into my own.