I'm sitting/lying in a sleeping bag in a sunny corner of the living room, reading and basically deployed for any sudden naps I might want to take (although I already had one today, in this very spot).

I'm reading my nice book about maggots, and acting like one myself, except that I think I squirm a little bit less.

We didn't even go to church today. My husband just arrived on the couch, where he's digging back into Dostoevsky.

At some point I really ought to go out and get food for the coming week.

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