Lingering Lassitude Leaves Dog and Man Totally Listless

Sam and I have been overcome by lassitude.

You know what lassitude is don’t you? It’s a state of physical or mental weariness; lack of energy. It’s a synonym for lethargy, listlessness, weariness, languor, sluggishness, tiredness, fatigue, lifelessness and apathy, to name a few things. It’s like an odorless gas that has seeped into our brains and has rendered us mostly useless. Sam is lying nearly comatose on the couch not moving a muscle and I’m sitting here in front of the computer with my gassy brain intoning, “Write. Write.” I usually post my Thursday blog Wednesday night to appear at 5 a.m. Thursday morning, but not today. I’ve been overcome by lassitude.

Woe is me. This is like watching a TV advertisement about a drug for a certain disease. When the disease symptoms are described I often jokingly tell Kathleen, “I’ve got that!” Well, today I have lassitude.

I wonder if that awful fluoride the dentist put on my teeth yesterday has anything to do with my lassitude. Gack! The fluoride was cherry-flavored, but gack! On the other hand, Sam didn’t receive the treatment so that’s probably not the root cause of our problem (so to speak).

Many of you loyal readers are likely saying at this point, “Go out and get some exercise that will take you out of your stupors.” And you’re probably right loyal readers. I know more exercise probably would help. My bicycle sits in the garage gathering dust. My jump rope hangs on a peg as lifeless and listless as I feel. My dumbbells roll around under my garage workbench gathering dust bunnies. My workout clothes and tennys are languishing on a chair in the bedroom. It’s a good thing I have to take Sam for a walk every day, otherwise we’d both turn into rotting couch fungi.

At least, thank God, the sun is shining again. No rain today. If I weren’t so overcome by lassitude, I’d do some weeding in the garden beds after walking Sam. I probably won’t weed though, this personal fog I’m in is pretty thick.

I really think I need to go on a nice long road trip. I envision finding some little town along the road where I could sit on the deck of a mom-and-pop bakery/coffee shop and sip a coffee and munch a nice cinnamon roll or some other equally delicious pastry. I’d share my pastry with Sam as we sat in the warm sun and chatted aimlessly with some local person. The only problem with that scenario is that I might slip out of lassitude right into a reluctance to continue my journey. Boy! You can’t win.