Gllen pulled an all-nighter last night. Instead of going to bed at 7am, when I was getting ready for work, I found him relaxing in the living room.
"OH," I accused, "When I'm finally getting up and ready for work is when you decide to relax? What's up with that?"
He shook his head. "I'm not relaxing."
I stared at him, taking in how he was laying on the couch, snuggled in a blanket and watching a recording of Poker After Dark. I raised my eyebrows at him. "You don't call this relaxing!?"
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