On days off, sometimes, there is the undeniable urge to say "Screw it," and crawl under the covers and watch five or maybe six episodes of Game of Thrones.
Pull the shades. Turn off the phone. Hobble the horses and blow out the campfire.
I'm not working today.
It's hard to find the motivation necessary to, say, do the dishes or change the cat litter.
But I did stumble across this:
There is a strangeness associated with seeing characters you know and love inhabited by foreign bodies. You see Eddard's lips move and you expect a certain accent.