Committed...

...to my pjs. Boxing Day, no matter what they tell you, isn't about shopping. Boxing Day has one and only one function: to spend the day in your pjs, drinking coffee, eating oranges, reading and watching movies. So when I was guilted shamelessly and infuriatingly to summoned to my mom's to help my stepdad with some computer issues, I actually went out the door, in the streets, in the car, wearing my pjs. There wasn't any way I would wear clothes (aside from the fact that all my clothes were waiting in the clothes bin to be washed). I went, I helped, I came home and returned to my boxing day ritual, reading well into the night, and not replying to student emails.