The weather has been so vile for the past few days, and I was so worn out by a long run of very late nights, that I didn't set foot outside the apartment at all on Boxing Day, or for most of yesterday.
As I stepped out for dinner with The Chairman yesterday evening, I realised that I had just spent a little over 42 straight hours holed up in Froog Towers. And I'd probably spent nearly half of that time sleeping (not always the best quality sleep, but still...); probably more than half of that time in bed.
Oh well, I guess I needed it.
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