Tuesday morning I took a medium-brisk walk past monsoon-green lawns, happy flowers, playful ducks and a Rio Grande energized with fresh rainwater. I returned feeling sane and healthy. Then I chastised myself for being guilty of the 8th deadly sin—inertia. Otherwise more of my mornings would be just like Tuesday, wouldn’t they?
The first seven deadly sins are bad enough (wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony) but I’m past the age of temptation. Inertia though—that is a problem. I study synonyms—inactivity, apathy, torpor, lethargy and indolence—they’re not me! So prove it tomorrow morning.