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Loving how on this cold night, I'm putting my legs up on the sofa and Rico is up too, lying snugly on my feet and warming them.

I am procrastinating work though.
But the weather is perfect for doing nothing.
Strange how lethargic I still feel despite having slept in the afternoon.
Probably because I haven't ran in close to a week. I need to burn off all the crap I eat. And I am still procrastinating.
And I will suffer for this, but I still lunge myself at it. For what I want to do I do not do and what I hate I do.

Sometimes, I wish I had the intellectual and emotional capacity of Rico's, along with all his expectations and contentment.
Does he have a soul?