And with Dr. Owl away for a week or three
And expateek realised that, even though she plays a flippin' mean game of tennis, she mostly still throws like a girl, and so with this anger/coal thing she'd not only burn her fingers but probably accidentally fling the coal straight into her tennis bag, setting all her dirty sweatshirts and used tennis balls on fire. Which would then make Mr D angry, as he'd have to underwrite the purchase of more sweatshirts and tennis balls and bags and he hates that kind of unnecessary expenditure, especially in these times of financial doom.
So! Always flexible, ready to go with the flow and move with the tide, expateek decided to take a break.
Calm, calm, calm, that's what expateek is all about. She deftly switched gears (and metaphors) and began writing about SLOTH instead.
And then she got all tired and really really sleepy, and she decided she was pretty much indifferent to the topic of sloth, because who really cares, anyway? Just maybe one or two readers, and they could wait a day or two. So she lay down on the couch, and when Mr D walked by, she mentioned how unbelievably exhausted she felt, and Mr D said, "What's new, pussycat?" meaning "It's 1:30pm and don't you take a nap after lunch every single day of the year?" And expateek got a little bit angry, but then she was all "meh" and she turned over and fell asleep while Mr. D kept on
And in her slothful and lazily consistent way, she returned to Wikipedia for some insight into the sin of Sloth.
Holy crap, Batman! Running continuously at top speed? Please, NO! expateek's knees are only good for about 5 more years. Mr D already has strict instructions that the next house is going to have to be wheelchair friendly so expateek can roll around and raise hell after her double knee replacement surgeries.
More than other sins, the definition of sloth has changed considerably since its original inclusion among the seven deadly sins. In fact it was first called the sin of sadness or despair. It had been in the early years of Christianity characterized by what modern writers would now describe as melancholy: apathy, depression, and joylessness. Sadness (tristitia in Latin) described a feeling of dissatisfaction or discontent, which caused unhappiness with one's current situation. Dante ... described it as the middle sin, and as such was the only sin characterised by an absence or insufficiency of love. In his "Purgatorio", the slothful penitents were made to run continuously at top speed.
Fortunately, times have changed:
The modern view of the vice, as highlighted by its contrary virtue of zeal or diligence, is that it represents the failure to utilize one's talents and gifts. For example, a student who does not work beyond what is required (and thus fails to achieve his or her full potential) could be labeled slothful.
Dissertation not yet finished? Still on hold? Uh huh.... Back to Wikipedia.
Current interpretations are therefore much less stringent and comprehensive than they were in medieval times, and portray sloth as being more simply a sin of laziness or indifference, of an unwillingness to act, an unwillingness to care (rather than a failure to love God and his works). For this reason sloth is now often seen as being considerably less serious than the other sins, more a sin of omission than of commission.
Well, phew! A deadly sin that's only mildly fatal, instead of totally fatal. Although the running at top speed part has expateek running scared.