At the moment I'm considering the exciting adventure of walking to the store. There is a Thriftway at the bottom of the hill (to the west) where California and Fauntleroy and Morgan all meet; it's a fair walk, then I can take the bus back up the hill. If I time it right, that is - the 128 only runs once an hour on Sunday. That's what I get for trying to travel in an easterly direction, departing from the canonical doctrine of North-South.
Then I'll probably be able to manage a nap. Ooh, I should drag my laundry out of the dryer as well.
An odd question: anyone who has had braces - do you get to a point where you can use your incisors without discomfort for, well, anything? Mine are still quite sensitive.