I just got up from sitting on my couch with my feet propped up. That wouldn't seem like a big deal if I could remember the last time I sat on my couch. It's been so long that I'd forgotten that I actually like sitting on the couch. I forgot how comfortable it is.
My teenager (who made it home for the long weekend! YIPPEE!) bought me a salad from Chick-fil-A and I enjoyed it while I read a magazine. It was such a relaxing experience that I am going to have to do it again really soon.
Because there isn't a television in the living room anymore (the dead one that sits in there doesn't count), I rarely spend time in that room. Today I realized that I can still sit in there to read or lounge. I guess, in my head, it was a "television room" and not a "living room."
Guess I should get off of here and start living.