I've just gotten done eating … alot. (Salad followed by a chicken pot pie.) Now all I want to do is crash. And I think I might do just that. What is it about rainy days that strips me of all ambition and energy?I have a pile of magazines to go through. I have a ton of papers to sort. This living room carpet could use a nice little visit from Roomba.
But no, I'm about to recline. It's with equal parts self-indulgence and self-loathing that I am going to end my evening right here on the sofa.
