When all you want is to lie back and let it wash over you

Betty is exhausted when she comes in. It would be crass hyperbole to say that every muscle ached, but enough of them did to make her move slowly as she crossed the room to the couch. She collapses face down, takes a moment to think it over, and voices her thoughts of the day with a succinct groan in to the cushion.

After a few minutes of this, Betty has worked up enough energy to flip over and face the world again. Or the ceiling, any way.

There were still things to do. She knows this. Dinner. Cleaning. All the usual humdrum. What really needed to be done, though, was thankfully something that could be done from right where she was. Thus, using up the last bit of the energy she was going to for the next two hours, Betty managed to get the remote, turn on the tv, and start the movie.

It occurs to her that things have gotten pretty bad if she can't even be bothered to make popcorn.