New low

I have sunk to a new low of complete disinterestedness. Bet you didn't know there were levels, did you? Sort of like Dante's 7 circles of Hell, I am creating my own list of intentional slothfulness. I've gone from just not caring about unpacking things to not even caring to unpack things despite the fact that my mother will be here later today to see the house for the first time. This is like plunging from level one to level seven or like going from amateur to being the highest paid pro of all time. But we all need to excel at something, right? And apparently this is my area in which to shine!