Last night, Gary and I ordered a pizza for the first time in two years. It was a no-contact delivery pizza. You pay and tip on-line and they just put it on the doorstep. Much better than listening to Gary making small talk with the delivery person.
The excitement of the carbs, combined with the usual global pandemic worries, meant I couldn’t sleep at all. At about 2:30 I found Gary in his room. He was still awake, too.
“I can’t sleep,” I complained. “Do you want to play our game?”
“Sure,” he said.
And that’s how we found ourselves eating Doritos and playing Mansions of Madness from 2:30 – 4:30 last night.
I’m sure there’s a deleted scene from Mrs. Miniver when the family does the same thing.