Now, its far more likely to look like this:
I will say, it is nice not to have to put on pants. And it is ideal to get projects done with no distractions. And I have far more money to spend on dresses and throw pillows when I'm not paying a $100 bar tab every week.
I miss that face though. The face of irresponsible bliss.
So this Sunday, I'll work hard. I'll imbibe nothing stronger than coffee. I will go to bed knowing that I'll wake up in one metaphorical (and literal) piece on Monday morning.
Next week though? Next Sunday is a return to going for the Gould.
Another added bonus to this new version of Game Day: