This morning I decided to reward myself with an officially declared "Lazy Day". What you may ask is an officially declared Lazy Day? And how does it differ from every other day of a lazy man's life? I thought you'd never ask.
On an official Lazy Day I am able to rid myself of the teeny tiniest, microscopic twinge of guilt I may feel from sitting around doing absolutely nothing except relaxing. Whereas on a normal day I may actually feel an infinitesimally small hint of regret for accomplishing nothing of any consequence for the entire day.
I plan on leaving a legacy of lethargy, sloth, and lackadaisical behavior that will stand as a goal to be aspired to by generations of lazy people the world over.
But tomorrow the fun will be over. I've got things I need to do and with any luck I will be rested enough to accomplish everything on my checklist.
First I would like to scout around my area and see if I can locate a better boondocking site. The site I'm at is okay but I think I can do better. Plomosa Road is a large area and is going to take a little driving around to see what it has to offer.
Then I need to finish up the seat and gas tank installation on the little Beta trials bike. I put the seat and gas tank on but I didn't hook the gas tank up to the carburetor. So I need to cut the fuel line from the original gas tank to the carburetor. Put a "T", which I have, in the line I just cut, and put the line from the new tank on the "T". That way, since both tanks have a fuel shut off valve, I can get gas from either tank or both.
All of that tires me out just thinking about it. But after I have completed those tasks I will be able to sit down, relax for the rest of the day and bask in the feeling of pride and accomplishment that one can only get after a hard days work.