I was sitting, sprawled on the sofa, with a dog on my head like a hat, another on my lap, and a third with his head where I could scratch his neck and ears. While changing the channel to a Doctor Who episode I had seen several times I paused at a contest that promised a trip to Hawaii. Beaches? Never saw the point. Fancy dinners? I can do as well at home, though I’m perfectly happy with hot peppers and peanut butter on toast. Nightlife? Did I mention I was wearing dogs and watching Doctor Who reruns? I was perfectly happy.
Beat that for boring.