Couch Olympics

This day calls for a couch and some Olympics. Long drives just wear me out, especially when a large-scale mattress crisis (not the kind where it falls off the roof of some beater to which it had been tied with twine, the kind where an entire mattress truck jackknifes on one of the busiest exit ramps on all of I-90) adds an extra hour to the trip home. No surprises from this trip to another citadel of higher education, though – elder daughter likes good schools.

Off to the couch.