… or perhaps escapism. It cannot be said I am looking forward to the inevitable struggle with (a) a tradesman and (b) my temper tomorrow. I am uncomfortably aware of any number of duties I need to perform which I have so far failed to perform, and of all my usual besetting sins.
I need to weigh, measure, clean, and perform routine and onerous tasks in almost equal measure.
I am seeking solace from sure-fire sources. I am browsing possible floor coverings.