lazy bones

And when you go fishing

I bet you keep wishing

That the fish would never never grab your line

You old lazy bones

Loafin, loafin all through the day

Tell me how you spect to make a dime that way

Dime that way

You'll never make a dime that way

Well look at him, lazy bones

Never hear a word I say

Lazy bones

-Hoagy Carmichael

I feel lazy.
Really lazy.
I don't feel like reading.
I don't feel like writing.
So many topics to blog about.
But I don't feel like writing.
I don't even feel like knitting.

I tell you what I do feel like doing.
Finding a dog.
Finding a hammock in some warm air.
In the shade.
Warmed by a little sun.
Taking a nap.
A really good nap.
One that I would wake up with drool on my chin from.

LAZY BONES