As we know, I spent most of this weekend laying beneath my duvet, examining the particularly wonderful light that one only sees at high noon, shining through a cleanish window and partially parted drape, and then through a genuine down alternative comforter. (I’m allergic to every kind of mammal. And bird. Are birds mammals? Anyway, I’m allergic to them.)
The debate here is whether or not this constitutes a restful respite from the everyday grind, or whether I should be seeking professional help. I’m quite reassured that most of you seem to think I’m fine. It’s nice when people have faith in you.
To continue this argument, I invite you to include your favorite slothful activity in the comments section. I’ll give you an example: I enjoy eating shredded cheese right out of the bag while watching true crime shows. Now you go.