There'll be no writing or reading or even so much as a glance at the newspaper.
Sure Christmas is not until the end of the week, but the brothers are in town and I'll be taking the day off. It's been an age since we gathered in the same town and such a rare moment deserves special commemoration.
That's right. We're on a pub crawl today. So enjoy yourself at work, all you wage slaves. In a matter of hours I'll be at peace and all will be right with the world.
Tomorrow, of course, is another matter entirely, but I'll worry about the hangover when and if it comes.