This morning, I discovered Zak sleeping on our downstairs couch. I considered him briefly as I clutched my coffee and oatmeal, and eventually trooped up to my room to have breakfast under the covers. It’s freezing in our house because we have yet to figure out how to turn on/turn on the heat. I wouldn’t envy a night on a scratchy Salvo couch with only one thin blanket.
Now It’s 8 pm. I have numerous evening plans, Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard is drifting up through the vents, and studying is officially put off until tomorrow.