So, there I was, languidly lolling about. I was afflicted with a bout of lethargic lassitude. An A To Z Challenge post for the letter
was due, and I was lounging around, instead of writing. I don’t want to say that my composition regimen was lax, but nothing was landing on the page.
The quick red fox jumped over the lazy brown dog.
I don’t give a shit!
Perhaps you should take a laxative.
I don’t want to have to admit that I am lazy. (Among other reasons) That’s why I don’t have a web-cam on my monitor. The French have a couple of softer, kinder phrases that I can use, and if it’s good enough for the French, I’m laissez-faire, and laissez-ća ā Georges enough to hide behind them.
Laissez-faire just means “let it happen,” a sort of Gallic shrug equivalent to Que sera, sera – yeah, whatever, man. Laissez-ća ā Georges means, “Let George do it.” That sounded like a likely solution to my lack of finished blog-post. I gave George a call, but he was busy leading an LGBTQ+ parade in Luxemburg.
At long last I accepted responsibility for putting letters on the page. It was the least I could do – and this I what you get when I give my least. It was an L of a struggle. Wednesday’s post will have a little more meat to it – curried beef, I believe – but there will also be some tofu dishes for my Vegan readers. 😉 😀