That time of day

It's about 8 p.m. here at my house in the ubiquitous upstate New York. I'm doing ok. I didn't kill anybody. There's food in the fridge. Nobody I know lost their home or any of their loved ones. Noone's car needed me to push start it. This is the time of day when I wind down. I've either accomplished what I wanted to accomplish today or its too late to do anything about it and whatever it was that didn't get done will have to wait because I seriously need a nap, some dinner, or to just lie back with a book or a movie and let the tension melt out of my neck and shoulders. Yay! So why, you may be wondering is there a picture of some seagulls when the topic apparently is vegging out?  Good question; I'm glad you mentioned it.