On virtue, as an artefact
Dec. 14th, 2010 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo yesterday morning I woke up about 4.30. And lay there in bed, thinking "I should just get up. Get up and do some work, make a virtue of the morning, before I go off for lunch and fun with friends." But, y'know. It's not my practice. And warm cats, cold house. Radio. Darkness. I stayed where I was, and let the time pass by; and finally dozed off again about seven o'clock, just when I was more seriously thinking about getting up, and didn't get up till nine, and did nothing at all with the day. And grumbled at myself about it all the day long, and like that.
This morning? I woke in the dark, and lay there thinking "I should get up. Today, I really should. See if I can make a practice of it, see how useful it is, how much I get done in these early hours..."
Then I looked at the clock.
It was 2.45am.
Um, no. I stayed where I was. Warm cats, radio, darkness, till I fell asleep again. Sometimes virtue is actually just folly.
This morning? I woke in the dark, and lay there thinking "I should get up. Today, I really should. See if I can make a practice of it, see how useful it is, how much I get done in these early hours..."
Then I looked at the clock.
It was 2.45am.
Um, no. I stayed where I was. Warm cats, radio, darkness, till I fell asleep again. Sometimes virtue is actually just folly.