Sometimes on winter evenings, when it's so much nicer to be comfy cozy, I put on warm fleecy things and crawl in bed quite early. I prop my laptop on my tummy and read and write.
And so the other night I was in bed, writing a post, when I got a message from my friend J.
He said, "Wanna go out?"
"Actually, I'm in bed drinking wine and blogging."
"Heh heh. Is that a euphemism for something?"
"If it were, do you really think I'd be answering your message?"