My phone chimed on my bare chest alerting me to the DoorDash delivery that was waiting on my front porch, "The Applebee's is here!" I shouted to Benson through the cracked door of my room as I reach for my remote on my nightstand to pause the TV. Laying here in my boxers added to my lack of motivation to get up and get the delivery myself. "I didn't even want Applebees." I grumbled to myself, but ...

I trudged up to my office thanking the figurative fates it was Friday and my weekend date with my kindle, blanket and cat, Miss Frizzlebottom, was about to commence in just 8 hours. After sitting my black pumpkin cold brew, that I hadn’t yet taken a sip of, down next to my keyboard I fluffed and worked my chair pillow before sitting down ready to start my work day. I wiggled my mouse and after my ...