For some reason I remember even less about today. Probably because I did less. I know I didn't go to the gym. My workout on Saturday was full body and to workout a muscle group less than 48 hours after I had previously worked it is ill advised by almost all literature I've read on the subject. Doesn't stop me from working my abs most everyday, but oh well.
I do remember waking up early-ish and making coffee. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't drinking alone. My room mate Casey drinks espresso from his machine, and Daniel didn't drink coffee. But Casey had bought half and half for our new house guests, so I made an extra full pot for Donna, Nancy and myself.
They were very appreciative. It felt good to be thanked for something simple. Something I do everyday for myself brightened someone elses day, and they thanked me for it. It was nice.
I know they had a full day. They weren't out as late as last time but they were out awhile. While they were gone I went shopping for some provisions and some sick stuff (still have the cold). While doing that I called and checked in with the parents. I don't call as often as I should. I don't even have the excuse of being busy anymore. I just usually think about calling them at the wrong time. Or I'm most awake when they're probably falling asleep. But they're always glad to hear from me, and it's good to know that they're always there for me. Especially in times when I'm not gainfully employed. Good to know someone has my back besides just me.
I got home with plans to cook some steaks I'd been thawing, when the roomies showed up and said they were planning on ordering pizza and watching a movie. Sounds good to me!
Donna and Nancy had never seen Finding Nemo before, and Casey being the Pixar-o-phile that he is was up in arms and demanded they sit and watch. And as I'm prone to watch things I like at least 800 times, I was happy to join in.
Nemo was fun yet again. Donna and Nancy were shocked that a kids' movie would have so many scary moments in it. I feel like that's the point. Weren't some of the best movies you liked when you were a kid, movies that scared you at least a little? The Wizard of Oz alone has the threat of dog euthanasia, a storm that destroys a town, a murder by house, an evil witch set on destroying a young girl, a large head of a wizard engulfed in flames, and winged monkeys. Not to mention, Willow, The Labyrinth, and countless other "kids'" movies that are some of my favorites. A movie isn't good unless it gives you something to be scared about. If it doesn't it's not an adventure.
After pizza and movie, I retires to my room as Casey is hunkering down on the sofa bed and generously giving his room to his guests. So I fired up the iPad, harvested some zombies, and headed to bed. Probably good to try to sleep off the cold some more.
Netflix/Hulu+ of the night: Law and Order: SVU (I think)
Non-alcoholic beverage of the night: Bedtime tea with honey
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