Maybe is British TV series withdrawal . . .

Maybe it is not laziness that is keeping me from going out walking in the humidity; perhaps I am languishing in withdrawal from the British TV I watch when I go to Der Bingle’s West Facing Cave, Ohio Redoubt apartment. I got in the habit of going on Friday and having Cousin Vinny’s pizza and City Barbeque and visiting Good Will and then it got so perfect for grass-growing which leads to more mowing and . . . rats.

Being lazy

Well, it is perfect workout/walking weather – 80 degrees and a humidity that makes it fell like 87. I would be sweating like a glass of iced tea in Miami. And it would feel so good to get back with soaking hair and clinging wet clothes to sip some flavored water while the endorphins just flow through my brain.

But, I’m not going. Not today and I don’t know why and I’ll probably feel guilty all the rest of the day; but damn it, I don’t want to go. There’s got to be some reverse psychological type of masochism going on here.