There’s an old joke about an army being outnumbered four to one, and after an inspiring speech, the commander finds one of the soldiers smoking a cigarette and leaning against a tree during the battle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” the commander screamed.
“I took care of my four,” the soldier answered with a shrug.
Today I’m that soldier, so if anybody needs me, I’ll be out by the tree in the backyard.