Guilty

Am I guilty, on occasion, of spending a lil' too much time in the bathroom with a smartphone to get away from the helter skelter of two kids and chores?

Yes.


     Was having pizza delivered to the bathroom over the top?

     Maybe.


          Was reading David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest a tad insensitive?

          Perhaps.


               Did I conquer too many levels of Candy Crush?

               If beating Candy Crush is wrong, I don't want to be right.