peace or pie?
It appears that I am the only living human being in the courthouse (besides courtroom personnel). I also appear to be one of the only living people in blogland.
So, I could either sit here and listen to the clacking of my typewriter echo off of the steel bars of the holding cell in the next room, or I could go home and listen to whining of my children echo off of the pile of dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.
Here, I have peace and quiet. But home, I have leftover pie. Lots of pie.
What to do, what to do. Peace or pie?
Update: Pie was good. Couch was better.