Incredibly Loud

Good morning, internet. It’s a bright shiny day in Providence, I’m in a fantastically loud courthouse hallway, I desperately need more coffee, and my ass is cold.

We spent yesterday, as expected, doing food shopping all morning. It was almost lunchtime when we got back. The food sorted and put away, we went back out to buy the cats what I refer to as their expensive “I’M A SPECIAL KITTY AND I CAN’T PEE RIGHT” prescription cat food before we both got too lazy to move.

I was so proud of myself for setting up this week’s dinners and making the shopping list, that I didn’t check the freezer to see if we had the burgers I planned to have tonight. We’ll be stopping on the way home to grab some, otherwise it’ll throw off my whole schedule.

I squeezed in an hour’s worth of a delightful workout with a kettlebell, after giving him explicit directions that he was absolutely not to do the fucking dishes while I was up with the weights. Then, finished and sweaty, I changed into something comfy. We watched the last episode of Marianne on Netflix, and then LOTR- The Two Towers for the rest of the afternoon.

You don’t need to be Miss Cleo to predict that we’ll be watching part 3 next week. Thanksgiving weekend is when we typically binge the series. I think he’s very nervous that he won’t be here for Thanksgiving and is trying to cram as many of our traditions in as he can before the actual arraignment next week.