The Day Beckons

The day has dawned bright and crisp and clear.  Well maybe overcast and dull and it looks like rain would be closer to the way it is.  But that does not have the same ring to it.  Still, the day dawned.  That’s gotta be a plus.
I’ve done up a spreadsheet of my usual activities for the days.  Today is my day off!  I’ve got two days off listed, but this is the one that I don’t compromise.  For the other I don’t mind if something comes up.  This one I don’t plan stuff for.  Well I have, but it needs to be earth shattering and potentially life changing for me to do so.  Otherwise it is a book nothing on this day day.
I’ve taken the rubbish down.  Today is a two bin day.  I don’t always know that but today I did.  Still I looked at the bins up the road to make sure.  Sure enough, two bins are out.  I regularly do not put the recycling bin out.  It takes longer to fill.  It is full today.  I am trying to give every day events significance.  I think I've filed.  Short story - I put out the bins.
On the way back from putting the bins down I looked at a garden I would like to do something about.  Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.  To do that I will need this and then I will need to do that and do something else and do something else.  It seems so much has to be done to do what I have in mind.  I know it would be worth it, but I am unsure if I want to do it.
After every walk around I have a sit down.  I am finding I am having many more sit downs these days.  I am less inclined to do stuff.  It does not mean it does not need to be done, and a part of me wants to do it, but that part of me is having less wins these days.
I am trying to figure out if this is just “lazy me” or this is the way it should be.  At this point in my writing I am tempted to try and milk it.  I do not think I will take it though, because it has never worked in the past.  The doctor will not issue me with a bell for me to summons others from my bed.  Merril states “someone will come” when I pretend to be in need.  It is a losing battle.  Losing all the time is no fun.  The occasional win gives me hope.  When I lose all the time I think “what is the point?”  This is one of those times when I think I rightfully think “what’s the point?”
Still, the day beckons.  If I really look, I can see blue sky.  They were right with the forecast when they said tonight it would be black, gradually becoming light towards morning.  They predicted rain this arvo.  I can do heaps this morning.  At the very least I can think about it from a seated position.