It’s the middle of a gorgeous day. I’m not at work. I only went to work for three hours today and begged out of two meetings.
Instead, I’m packing. And in between the packing, I’m taking bites of leftover birthday cake (STILL SOOOO GOOD), eating a leftover slice of pizza for lunch, and sipping on the last glass of wine from the open bottle we had.
If it weren’t for the packing part, I could do this every day.