I don't even remember what it's like to drink hot tea any more. I'm sure my family will get back to me if whatever they need to tell me is that important. The laundry can be in whatever state the universe decides to leave it in, I won't even pretend to care. And my teenager only breaks their bouts of suspicious quietness to remind me I'm a nerd who spends way too much time playing Baldur's Gate 3.
"What, did you seriously forget this massive battle, the one you've already cleared seven times before?" he says, less politely than I rephrased his question here.
