Someone’s tired

The Bet­ter Half was beat after work tonight. I reheated some fen­nel soup from last week, topped it with some slices of roasted pork from last night’s din­ner, and we had it with a lit­tle Ver­a­monte mer­lot. All very tasty. But now, he’s sit­ting on the couch, one knee bent and foot on the cof­fee table, one arm behind his head, ever-so-gently snoring.