For Christmas, I gave myself a king-sized bed. (Or, I guess I just bought a bed in December, but it feels much more self-care-y to say I gave it to myself.) Anyway, why, you may ask, would one person need a king-sized bed:
Now, after much moving around, assembling, and purchasing of soft blankets the bed is being installed this weekend. Just in time for hibernation season. It’s supposed to be 14 degrees in Charlotte tomorrow morning and I have about 8 billion writing projects to finish up. So, I plan to spend the weekend with my laptop under blankets—with the occasional venture out for very important things like hot chocolate.