Pity it was too warm to hop into the hot tub; that would've made it perfect. But it takes too long for the A/C unit in the sun room to cool the place down. Should've got a bigger one when we built the thing. Ah well, live and learn.
Post 2nd flick, I slumped over on the couch, undoubtedly still giggling softly, and Hobkin curled up with me in his favorite spot--nuzzled up against my neck. Y'know, when he was one and a half pounds, curling up at my throat was cute and cuddlysome, but when he's cresting four pounds and up, it's a little strangley. But still cute.
Eventually I exhaled enough alcohol from my system to stumble with Matthew to bed, whereupon I slept in! Woohoo! (Okay, I woke up--briefly--to feed Hobkin breakfast, but then I was able to get right back to sleep.) I haven't been able to sleep past 7am in ages! Two cheers for better living through fermented vegetable matter.
So, today, I'm going to brew up a lovely pot of tea to tempt my muse (mmm, sikkim), and write.
There's much to be said of the virtue of lazy Sundays.