Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer......

Emphasis on lazy.

Because they canceled my mother-in-law's doctor's appointment today, that meant we did NOT have to go to/near Atlanta for the fourth day in a row. (To be fair, though, I didn't take her on Tuesday to her regular doctor. Her own daughter deigned to do that one.)

I felt like I had been given a gift. and I'm not complaining about having to take her to her appointments. She's unable to get around on her own, someone has to do it, and I'm the person who is least likely to make her nervous. (She may be saying the opposite to other members of the family, because that's what old people do, but whatever.) I also had a doctor's appointment for myself sandwiched in there.

I got up at 6:30 this morning, and we immediately started watching golf. I know a lot of people can't stand to watch golf on television, but I love it. I especially love the British Open, not only because it comes on at 4:30 AM, but because it involves links play, with those huge pot bunkers and usually horrible weather conditions that make you wonder why the golfers subject themselves to such torture.

When Hubby left to go play golf himself, I was sitting in my recliner, iPad in hand and remote control nearby. When he returned from playing golf, I was sitting in my recliner, iPad in hand and remote control nearby. I did make up the bed today, and I washed the few dishes that were in the sink, but other than those two tiny activities, I didn't do anything useful all day.

I justified it to myself, saying I had earned a day to myself.

It was overcast all day, and I could have gone for a bike ride at any time and not suffered, not just early this morning as usual in these hot days of summer. I didn't.

I could have done some limited housework, at least during commercial breaks from the golf tournament. i didn't.

I could have gone to the grocery store and marked that chore off my weekend to-do list. I didn't.

And I feel yucky. I feel as though I wasted a perfectly good day. I tell myself on one hand that I didn't NEGLECT anything that absolutely HAD to be done, and I deserve a day off every now and then. But because of my upbringing, I guess, I feel guilty about such a lazy day.

Sigh. I can't even take a day off and enjoy it.

There's no way I'll be bored in retirement. I'll beat myself up if I have even occasional days of inactivity, so there won't be time to be bored.

I guess I should be thankful for the guilt.