There is a place nearby that will deliver salads to our door. They’ll deliver other food, too, but they have these really good entree salads, and we can order them and eat them and feel virtuous and lazy at the same time. Best of both worlds.
Delivery is a dangerous thing. I could easily become a hermit. Let my hair grow long again, stop talking to people, have all our food delivered, stay inside and read all the time…it wouldn’t take more than a gentle nudge.
Of course, I say this after having spent the better part of the last two days outside around people, with plans to do the same tomorrow. I don’t mean it, and yet…I may be reacting to too much socializing.