Only two weeks and four days left . . .

. . . . until I'm fifty. How did that happen? I had all these lofty plans, OK, well, one achievable goal I wanted to reach before the big day. Back when I made it in January, March 11 seemed a lot farther (or is it further?) away. That will now be my goal--to relearn the difference between those two words. I can accomplish that without getting up at 5:15 to go to Spin class, without dieting, without committing to anything long-term, heck, without even getting up out of this chair, I can become reacquainted with something I used to know.

But I don't want to. Why?

I'm lazy. And I've reached a new low if opening another window on the screen seems like too much work.

There, I said it. Albeit shamefully, I admitted it--I'm lazy. In a world that values a body in motion, staying in motion, creating, producing, achieving, making "x's" on check-lists, I'm lazy

which is unacceptable for someone of German heritage. Auch der lieber!

But am I lazy or am I simply tired? Whichever it is, will I be more of "it" the older I get? Or is it just a phase, like adolescent acne and worrying about whether the person you like in 5th hour Spanish class "LIKES you" likes you or just "likes you?"

I don't know. Help me out.

P.S. *FARTHER denotes physical advancement in distance. FURTHER denotes advancement to greater degree, as in time. But I'm too lazy to go back and fix that.