. . . and the couch won.  I had all kinds of plans set for last night — Eliza’s post-Valentine’s party, then late drinks with some of the girls at the new wine bar above Punch.  But I was exhausted, so wanted to go home first, both to change out of my work clothes and to relax on the couch, just for a bit.  But the damn thing sucked me in and knocked me out.  So, here I am, well-rested and ready to hit the gym.  Sometimes I just need to slow down, and when I don’t remember to do that on my own, fortunately my body and my couch usually remember for me.