"I did nothing yesterday, I'm doing nothing today and I don't foresee myself doing anything tomorrow," the wizard agonized softly to his familiar.
Magical tomes towered around him, blank parchment was stacked neatly on his desk. Vials of components sat unused.
He rubbed tired eyes, tea cold beside him, long forgotten.
"You're still magic," his familiar cheered, "Even if you don't do it."
So they went on a picnic for the rest of the day.