I can't even imagine going out tonight.
The cable was back up when I came home last night, so, I spent several hours trolling for news. The only productive thing I did was ensure my laundry would be picked up and talk to the dude who picked it up.
Tonight? Equally mundane, really. I shall order pizza and watch The West Wing, and, perhaps, put away the laundry when it arrives.
I don't feel bad about this . . . . it happens every year at about this time. I shall blame it on the chilly weather, which, for me, always amplifies my nesting tendencies.