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A Lethargic Soul

Sitting down to quote oneself is the heights of pomposity. But right now, I cant help recalling what I once said, " A bit o' sun, a gust of wind, a patch of blue skies, a twinkle in the eye and an insouciant soul are good things for the lethargic soul." 
Aye, I said it right. Today I need all of that.  Today is one of those days I am tired in the bones. 

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