I didn't need the DDP I'd brought along, so I left it unopened, expecting to snuggle back into bed with Flar. My evil plan was thwarted by his protestant work ethic. The sneak was upstairs in his office when I got home.
So I ran laundry and read LJ. I still haven't breakfasted or had my morning DDP, but I've washed all the laundry for the week. The penultimate load just buzzed in the dryer. I'm going to go strip beds and wash some sheets, then start in on the mail/quicken.
After I have some breakfast.