Matt wasn’t necessarily a fan of racing. But he had turned on the television in the hopes of watching The Simpsons and got Nascar instead. There was nothing else on so he didn’t bother changing the channel. Now after an hour of nursing his second beer, he didn’t really see the need. The alcohol made him drowsy and the remote sat on the coffee table, too far away to reach without getting up. He was already settled, a bowl of grapes on his lap, the dog resting on the couch…admit it, he told himself, scooping another handful of grapes into his mouth. You’re too damn lazy.
Aloud, he answered himself. “Damn straight.” He needed this downtime. Monday morning came all too soon.
When his fingers scraped the bottom of the bowl, he held up the last grape and waggled it in front of Sadie. “You don’
