I admit-- I spent the evening on the recliner, feet up, watching the Olympics, but I was working, really I was. Someone had to hold the sleeping grandbaby and he likes me

It was work, it really was. The
Beach Volleyball was good.
Topped by me just giving the oldest granddaughter a lecture that was highly overdue about her attitude and her attitude and her attitude. It IS work! ( I made her cry and I don't care. She needs an attitude adjustment.)
The trick, guys, is to do something useful whilst you are reclined and relaxed. Snip beans, fold clothes, hold sleeping babes, terrorize a preteen.