Inactivity

This is what happens when you have two glasses of wine at lunch: You don't go to the museum or take that long walk you planned to a new section of the city. Instead, you toddle back to the apartment (well, that counts as a walk), climb up those three long, long flights of stairs, plop down on the sofa to read and wake up in time for dinner. Ok, I wasn't a total sloth; I did go to the gym in the morning.