Sean just called to ask me if I was “decent”. I suppose that’s a testament to my laziness; a lot of the time when he comes home I either am still wearing my nightgown, or lounging around in a towel after my shower. Today, miraculously, I actually have clothes on. Apparently he is bringing some stuff home that he will need help in carrying upstairs. I’m not sure what it could possibly be, but I’m sure it’s something to do with computers, or work, or maybe it’s books that he hadn’t brought to the apartment yet. In other words, something boring ;)