I want, you know this, to spend all day slacking. I want to go downtown a bit and sit in a park and read. I want to hang out with friends and go to the Strand and drink too much coffee and find a good burger. I want to curl up in bed, the fan pulling cool air over me, wrapped comfortably in a blanket, and read. I want to play with the cat and watch him sleep next to me as the pages constantly turn. I want to watch a bunch of movies and make popcorn and play board games and maybe find a swing set even.

Can you tell I should be writing?

Yeah. Back to work.