It is easy to stay in bed until 9:00 when the baby in the next room

takes an extended slumber.

It is easy to stay in your jammies all day.

It is easy to spend the day playing inside, and not step outside but to snatch

a package from the porch.

It is easy, but at the same time it is hard.

Sometimes I find myself in a slump.

In a rut.  A pothole, a tumble.

It is easy to fall into these.

So very easy.

But I am going to try to be more active.

To make it outside every day.

To enjoy the weather before it turns again.

It is easy.