It's funny how doing nothing leads to doing nothing, as if inactivity reproduces.
For this long Fourth of July weekend, I have managed to do as little as possible, even though I still got trapped in doing some work around the house and I was tricked into grocery shopping (one of the most evil chores), but today there really are no chores left to do (not entirely true, the house could be cleaned and the last load of laundry that's still sitting in the dryer could actually be folded instead of left to sit in the dryer). And even though this laziness should provide me with extra energy to exercise, it really leaves me with the desire to do nothing.
Although, I did run five miles yesterday evening in the slow drizzle. That's got to count for a lot on a long weekend.