If there’s a way to get out of work, I’ll find it
I started this morning intending to work on the Arctic Fox awning. Still, as soon as I got up on the ladder, I realized I wouldn't be able to do the job from the ladder, and doing it from the roof was also difficult because many of my solar panels were in the way. I couldn't get close to the edge of the trailer to work on the awning.
So in a never ending struggle to avoid any form of work, particularly the kind that involves physical labor on my part, I decided that the awning didn't need that much repair so it would be better to sell the trailer "as is" than to risk me falling off a ladder, or even worse the roof of the Arctic Fox.
To appear that I was accomplishing something useful, I quickly switched from Arctic Fox repair to Arctic Fox cleaning. And immediately started applying some Old English brand oil to all the wood inside the Arctic Fox. I had never paid much attention to the amount of wood inside the Arctic Fox before, but it is substantial and became readily apparent when I started rubbing oil on each piece of it.
But I didn't get very far before the heat drove me out of the Fox and into the air-conditioned house where I sat for most of the day, sipping a cool drink and thankful I wasn't perched on the edge of the Arctic Fox's 12-foot-high roof.
This flower rolls up at night, seemingly hiding from the darkness.
Then it unrolls, as the sun rises in the morning.
Turning into a glorious blossom.…Not bad for a flower afraid of the dark.