That, and nest. I'm feeling low and vulnerable, and a few days of gluing things together, eating mac and cheese, and ignoring the phone might be in order. Especially if it--the phone, that is--persists in its irritating tendency of ringing before ten am, with chirping acquaintances on the other end who have forgotten that I work nights.
I am also thinking about painting my shower curtain, and potting the cutting I took from the plant I rescued from MonkeyScientist. Break out the brownie mix. Stay up all night reading science fiction (currently: the excellent time-travel comedy To Say Nothing of the Dog, by Connie Willis). I might get crazy and do some of the handwash-only delicates. Chills!
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