It’s been a busy summer. Sisters’ Day:

My Mom and Sisters and Me

It was fun to get together with the girls in the Reid gang. It is wonderful for me with caregiving Nurse Carol and Financial Wiz Helen taking care of biz. I just record the stories. But that is important in its own way too.

I have been ghostwriting my rump off and that is great. There might be some irony in my “fat” content writing mode. No, I do not write about fat things — it just means that the web content has some meat to it.

Now about lazy Sunday syndrome.

I was watching Hoarders Monday night featuring an oaf and his lady living in a shed behind his mother’s about to be condemned house and they wanted the Hoarders team to fix it so they could move in and not have to bath with a garden hose. But they were too busy to help when the team was there. Busy?

It wasn’t as if they had to vacuum the shack. The counsellor said that they suffered from lazy Sunday syndrome that had gone on for 12 years.

Oh goodie — here they are. The poet, Denise, and her man-fan, the hoarder’s son. They are the ones with the lazy Sunday syndrome. I don’t think Denise should give up her day job — if she had one.

Wow. Since I work at home, I know the feeling. First you don’t bother with shoes, and then the morning shower goes, and then combing your hair, and then getting dressed and then you turn into a great fat toad too lazy to live.

Mercifully I have friends and family who prevent that from happening to me. But ramp it up a notch and I can relate. I used to get out in a power suit and talk for a living. Somehow it just got too comfy lounging around in my jeans.

Wake up call!!

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