Night off.
I don’t ever really get one, but sometimes I give myself permission to skip whatever I felt was necessary on the grown-up list. Sometimes a girl just needs to slip into comfy jammies and ridiculous slippers and prop up some pillows and curl up with the heating pad and knit and watch Wall-E. So that’s what I’m doing. Because sometimes the grown-up tasks and the grown-up thinking and the grown-up everything is stupid and needs to go away for a minute. So there. I shall resume being grown-uppish tomorrow.
Maybe.
