It's cold, gray and wet outside. I haven't packed an iota of anything and all I wanna do is curl up on the couch with a book. I'm typing in the kitchen in a quiet house. Anyone who's been to my house will know that peace is a rare thing. It's nice but weird, almost like there's a catch. My mission is to finish packing by tomorrow night so that I can take it easy for a couple of days.
Now I'm making small talk on my computer, 'tis a sign to stop typing and to drink my coffee.