I’m flumped into the lovesac watching DS9, and just realized three things are true at the same time: I’m on vacation, I’ve done everything I need to do today, and I’m sober.
Sadly, I’m too comfy to fix the last one, and regretting not thinking about it sooner.
In an attempt to avoid last night‘s problem, I’ve collected enough snacks and drinks and other things for a road trip to Portland, piled them all in the living room, and now I shouldn’t have to get up for a while.