. . . and the couch won. I had all kinds of plans set for last night -- Eliza's post-Valentine's party, then late drinks with some of the girls at the new wine bar above Punch. But I was exhausted, so wanted to go home first, both to change out of my work clothes and to relax on the couch, just for a bit. But the damn thing sucked me in and knocked me out. So, here I am, well-rested and ready to hit the gym. Sometimes I just need to slow down, and when I don't remember to do that on my own, fortunately my body and my couch usually remember for me.