For the life of me I cannot get my ass in gear today. I look behind me and there it is, still following along, lazy as ever. I could kick it but a beaten ass is untrustworthy; it may rebel at any time, and we all know how stubborn asses can be once they get a notion. It’s not a dumb ass—it certainly knows what it likes and can be really manipulative sometimes. It once was a hard ass but I think that was because there was less of it; now it affords a much nicer seat. If I could understand better why it is feeling lazy then perhaps I would be more inclined to follow its lead, but I have too much to do to be walking around with my head up it…
The bottom line is, it doesn’t want to do anything today but sit. And I can’t leave it behind, unfortunately.