Doing half the dishes at eight at night justified spending the whole day in pyjamas, in front of the computer screen. Those fifteen minutes of household chores let Moose rationalize his laziness.
I mean, yesterday was loaded with stuff. Running all around the city, stopping here, there, popping in and out of places. I deserve to take it easy, he thought.
Another beer would be nice, but the fridge was empty and if he went to the corner store, he’d have to bring back a bag of empties and pull on some pants, and that was out of the question.