laziness is like a sticky substance, one that adheres to the bedclothes and to the surfaces of chairs, that strengthens its adhesive qualities with the warmth of blankets and the heat emanating from radiators. It is now ten thirty in the morning and the recovery from yesterdays work and the ensuing depression has caused this laziness. The bed feels the best place to be, and when that is done the seat at the table by the radiator is the place of choice.
The planned excursion in the park to get the blood pressure going is pushed ahead for a few hours, fitness is work. Take the small candies artin or whatever it is called and the capsule, the two pills that the two doctors ordered.
For the heart and for the bladder functons, all those details, some help but nothing spectacular. There is nothing that will drive the sticky layer of laziness that has settled over the mind.
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