Hubs is out of town, and I had very serious plans to celebrate by blowing off everything and going to bed early. I tucked the kids in, told the cat to leave me alone, brushed my teeth, washed my face, shut down my computer, and wrote in my journal. Then I walked past the office and the computer made fun of me, calling me a weakling and a quitter. I replied that I was fine with being a quitter for one night, and it asked me how many more "one nights" I planned on getting away with. I sighed, booted it up again, made myself a quadruple batch of hot chocolate, and set the timer for an hour of BICHOK. (Butt in chair, hands on keyboard.)
I worked from 9:30 to 10:30 and wrote 2,005 words.
Now I'm going to bed.