The #sitcomlife writers, who constantly threaten my quest for a boring existence, finally gave me a break today. I slept in, enjoyed breakfast in bed with my laptop and Sims 3, enjoyed lunch in bed with my laptop and Tumblr, and enjoyed dinner in bed with my laptop and Netflix. Tomorrow promises to be almost as uneventful, so maybe this is an extended commercial break or a scheduled holiday re-run. Regardless, I'm grateful for the opportunity to breathe, collect my thoughts, and completely ignore all responsibilities and dignity.

Since this blog is at risk for becoming a completely unreadable puddle of happiness, I'm staging an intervention. Please allow me to complain about the cold weather, whine about the last-minute tasks that were added to my to-do list this morning, and moan about the week-long migraine I haven't been able to shake.

P.S. Still totally happy, though. How obnoxious!

After talking about podcasts and browsers outside the swanky hotel bar, I noticed some fabric paneling in the lobby and said, "They need to iron their walls." I said this out loud and earnestly and while frowning, yet he did not roll his eyes or walk away. He did stare at me in silence for a long time but then solemnly nodded.

"Yes, they really do."