Sloth

I’m going to spend the next two hours lying in the pool and reading this. I’m going to pretend that I’m the sister who left her children for a life of leisure and that my 14 year old daughter who happens to be home today is actually a butler who has no emotional needs. And then I’m probably going to be up all night doing the crap I should have done today. It’s a tradeoff I’m willing to make.