Still haven't hit the weights

and I'm looking for any and every available excuse to avoid them. I'm trying positive thinking about how much better my running will be if I lift more regularly...but so far all I've been able to positively convince myself of is how much I truly hate lifting. And it's not like it's a huge routine...all I'm shooting for is about a twenty or thirty minute upper body program. I need to just do it.
In other news, today was one of my regularly scheduled 1/2 days of work. Usually I work three ten hour days and two five hour days, but lately it's been more like three ten hour days and two eight or nine hour days. I still put in six hours today, but today was the first time in a month or so that I haven't had to go back to work after having a few hours off on a Tuesday or Thursday to see a few more patients. I know, I'm too flexible with my schedule, especially for people who don't really appreciate me as much as they should.
I felt like I was doing something wrong by having a whole afternoon to lounge around. I spent the afternoon doing laundry, straightening up the house, riding the stationary bike, reading, and planning my dinner menu (garlic ginger chicken with brown rice-which was delicious by the way). This makes my apparent weight lifting deficiency all the more sad and pathetic.
Alright, now is the time to quit talking about it...so here I go. Then it will be off to bed, as somehow the nap that I had penciled in this afternoon never quite materialized.