A friend and I have an arrangement to exchange whatever substantial work we’ve written each Friday. It’s like an MFA program, without the pretension. She missed a week, saying:
Nice weather and boys, extension required.
Having some knowledge of such situations (as long as you replace “boys” with “girls”), I replied:
In my experience, you can only spend so much time in the sun before you burn and so much time in bed before, well, you need to do something else in the interim. If that latter bit weren’t true, we probably wouldn’t have iPhones, civilization, and all the other things that make the modern world wonderful or horrible or both.
Yeah, Freud got there first, but so what?