As it is, my laundry is all washed and waiting to be put away. The sink is clear of dishes, and while there are probably a hundred more little household tasks that need doing, it's the sort of thing that can wait for another few hours. I'm going to be waiting around for a little longer to see if my roommate wants to come with on the trip that's going to wind up at my bank and perhaps a few more places, but ... nice peaceful Sunday, eh?
A woman out of my past forwards things. I've taken to replying to the bad ones with commentary (usually involving Snopes) and in unconventional ways to some of the best good ones. I break memes for the fun of it; why should I act like people want me to unless there's a reason for me to do so? ("Reason", of course, includes "not getting in too much trouble or making the people around me too uncomfortable". I'm somewhat nonconformist, not stupid.) She's stopped sending me too many of them. Hmm, I wonder why.