Lazy Lions

Several years back, probably several, several years back.... there was picture/poster that had a majestic looking lion surrounded by books and it's caption was Lazy Lions Lounging in the Local Library. I was reminded of that today when Hubby awoke from a couch-nap, yawned, stretched and proclaimed, "I'm lazy."

Have you ever seen a television documentary on lions? It seems that much of their time is spent sleeping, yawning, and stretching. Granted, the shows have to highlight the chases; the attacks on smaller and slower prey; romping, playing cubs; and the midnight feasts that lions have. But many of their hours are spent sleeping. No wonder I like lions.

How am I like a lion? I'm proud, boastful (or I wouldn't be writing this blog, right?), and definitely "queen of the jungle." I say "queen" because my name, Rayna, means queen or to reign. I "chase" by driving my car fast and sometimes recklessly. I "attack" one small or large project/problem at my job or another, I'm ferocious. I love to "feast," but unlike lions, not at midnight. I like to play around and have a good time as any cub likes to do, and I have "romped" around this country a few times. Last but not least, I like to sleep! Always have, always will.

I think part of my desire to sleep is because I often dream and remember my dreams. It's like watching TV all night, yet you don't know what you're watching until it happens as there are no channel choices in dreamland. As I have written in this blog before, I often dream about work. That is sometimes a "horror" show, other times it's an "eye-opener" of a psycho-drama. Then comes the fun part of trying to psycho-analyze these dreams in the morning. Ha-Ha! Some dreams, I just have to chalk-up to the pizza dinner I had the night before.

Anyway, my original thought as I set myself down to write today was to "talk" about how lazy I've been lately. That's blogging (or writing) for you.... one thought begets another begets another.... soon you have more generations (paragraphs) then you can imagine. Then there are the trains of thoughts with one car after another and when the caboose finally arrives, you're so thankful. Maybe that's my writing, people are thankful when I finally get to the end.....
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. Peace be with you and have lazy day, you deserve it!