Living in Edmonton, Canada, where the temperature from winter to summer can fluctuate by 30 degrees, there's really not much else to do while you're hibernating than dreaming of the summer months.
But now, in order to be successful in my chosen craft, I actually need to be indoors more often than not. That's tough. Right now it's 23C and the sky is blue and the sun is hot. Not to mention the trees are budding and the birds are making babies and singing and drinking from our bird-bath.
Efficiency is key. The more stories I can finish and get out to the public, the better for my bottom line. But that darn sun always seems to find its way into my office, coercing me - begging me to come outside just one more time. Jason, I am warm and you are pale. It's okay, it's only for a few minutes. You can write anytime, but I'm only up for 8 hours...
Call me a party-pooper - call me no fun, but don't cal me a lazy.
Lying in the sun like a cat = lazy. (But it feels sooo good, doesn't it?)