Lazy Day

I must be an introvert. There is nothing I like better than snuggling at home in a comfy nest and doing very little indeed. Hot baths. Books in bed. Snuggle time with Beloved.

If there was any decent TV that we both liked, we'd watch that together, but...

Beloved likes to watch Ozark and if you read my Wordpress, you know why I can't stand a bar of that one.

Plus we agree that most modern television sucks.

So with a lot of nothing to do, my poor Beloved is going a little stir-crazy. Too much home time makes Beloved go loopy or something. Also too bad that the movies out now also suck.

Nowhere to go and nothing to do when we get there. Beloved must be itching for summer.

Mayhem has new travel arrangements. He's riding as far as Beloved's work, and then catching public transit the rest of the way to the new digs in Toowong. Then doing that in reverse on the way home.

Which means I don't have to drive anywhere at all.

I just hang out at home all day and only make appearances for Miss Chaos' bus.

Best. Day. Of the week. Officially.

At least for hopeless hermit me. Who would much rather be chilling in