Other than consumed a few cups of coffee and some leftover soup. I always tell myself that a rest day will feel restful. They never do. They always feel vile. I am literally radiating the same oder a sloth makes. I’ve watched nothing but really bad 90’s documentaries on Amazon Prime and read obsessively about recent homicides in the Las Vegas Review journal. All the while muttering to myself that I need to move to a nicer city and get a new job.

Now if I could only get off the couch to do that. Ooof… alright, maybe tomorrow we will leave the house.

I do have a cold *sniff, sniff.