I don't know about some folks, but I enjoy a nice lazy day once in awhile. You know the day that you never leave your pj's and have yourself a Harry Potter marathon. I'm talking such a lazy day that you'll actually try the Accio! charm to see if you can whiz anything right to you instead of getting off your lazy ass to actually get it. Unfortunately, this charm still doesn't work for me - though not for lack of trying. I'm thinking it's just a lack of a wand.
Since moving to Sticksville, I tend to be busier than when I lived in Sacramento. In Sacramento, lazy came around on my days off as I recovered from working graveyard. I would usually stay up all day after getting off work at 7am, and lose any and all energy by 2pm. I much prefer sleeping at night, so I'd wait until it was dark and then go to bed.
However, that's not necessarily the case here in Sticksville. Three jobs can keep a person occupied. Four if you count my occasional sheep-sitting.
We are now going back to our month to month portion of our publication (in the winter we double up because not so many travelers), which means we'll have shorter amounts of time to get our stuff done. Ranching never really stops and we are only half-way through spring calving season, which fortunately has gone much smoother than last year. Not as much icky mud for me to get stuck in. (Tune in for "S"). Plus my job for the vet's office is technically four days a week, in two different valleys.
Sleeping in is a real luxury. Like when my grandmother surprises me every once in a great while with, "Why don't you take tomorrow off?" I always triple check this in case she wants to change her mind. And the next morning I promptly sleep til 9am.
A couple of times since moving here I've had myself a pajama day. I've sat and read a good book or watched myself a couple of movies.
I'm telling you, sometimes a lazy day is all you need. Sometimes you also have to include Harry Potter in there, too.