Dayle wanted me to stay home and nap on the couch with him today. I was sorely tempted, but dragged myself up off the couch and went to work instead.
I kind of regret that now, in the way that I would very much like to be napping on the couch with Dayle right this second.
As I left the apartment, I saw a snail making its way across the steps to my door. I watched it for a little while. Its pace seemed about right to me. I kept walking, though, and to work I went.
Falling into old feelings again do do with work. A trained monkey could do my job. Thinking about training one so I can nap on the couch with Dayle.