The better-half knows I'm lazy

I used to fight it and try to look busy, feigning ambition when I had none.

Whenever I was asked what I was doing I would reply appropriately.

“Oh, I’m getting ready to do this or that,” I would say, even if I had been caught in a stupor, staring into space.

If I couldn’t pretend to be doing something productive at least I could pretend to be planning something of worth.

Then we bought the cabin and I discovered the patio. It’s the perfect spot to indulge my slothful ways. Under a broad expanse of roof, it’s open on three sides and offers a wonderful view of the lake and all that goes on there...