I unexpectedly spent the day in bed yesterday. Not because I was sick but because I couldn't seem to get out of my nightgown. It was nice.
Not that I want to make a big deal out of it, but I slept late, had both brunch and dinner delivered on a tray and watched 6 episodes of In Treatment. Dave claims I owe him nothing.
The miniscule downside to the day yesterday was that I left the spout open when I poured myself a glass of white wine and inadvertently covered the floor in Pinot Grigio, and I forgot which part of the crochet/ripout cycle I was on and ripped out a section of an entirely unneeded scarf that actually had shape. This was a small but humiliating cost for an unexpectedly rewarding yet selfish day.