Saturday, 3 PM. My dogs woke up long enough to eat and move to their downstairs bed.Even the birds are having trouble staying awake long enough to put out squak or two. I didn’t even make it to the shower until 2 PM. The most productive thing I’ve done so far is a load of wash, and I only did that because I was running out of underwear. I have leftovers to heat for dinner. Three hours of Big Bang Theory reruns taped to watch. Popcorn to make. Wood to burn in the fireplace to take the chill off the single digits outside.
Seriously, does it get much better?