I haven’t taken my bathrobe off all day, though I did get dressed. Eventually. Because I cannot see my driveway at all (it blurs into the corn field when there’s enough snow) trying to go out would be foolhardy. Which means: I spent most of the day writing and reading.
My drink has a :/ face on it!
A mug of cider (“apple juice”) heated ’till it’s warm in the microwave, with a couple of cloves floating in it for flavor. When it’s warm, add 2 shots of cinammon bourbon. Maraschino cherries in moonshine are also an option.
The booze is for medicinal purposes: it takes the edge off my wanting to choke politicians and punch nazis.