Brian made breakfast, I washed the pans while he cleaned off the table, I threw in a load of laundry (light fleece blankets), got the cats medicated and since then, nothing.
I kind of wanted to try painting the aluminum blanks again (Brian got the test paint jobs stripped from them), but I just didn't feel like it. I wish I'd made myself do it because I really want to do some more etching with the Curio. But it's hot outside. Yeah, that's my excuse, I'll go with that.
Last night we both fell asleep on the sofa pretty early and at 8:30 went to bed. At around 9:10, sleep eluding me, I got up. Brian was awake as well and he followed me out of the bedroom. I told him I was going to watch some tv, a movie. Chinatown. He went into the kitchen to set the dishwasher to run since we only had on fork left and I asked if he wanted to watch with me. Sure, why not.
I tossed him a blanket and I put a blanket over my legs. Pancho curled up next to me and Ross (who isn't showing much progress) curled up next to him. And we watched the movie. Brian had never seen it and it grabbed his attention pretty quickly. Last week we watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind and he wasn't all that impressed.
I was hoping staying up later would help us both sleep better. Movie over, we went to bed at 11:30 and this morning, he said he had had a better night's sleep than he had been having. I slept through for four hours, so that was good. Damned bladder.
Now, the house sort of closed up to keep the cooler air in and the hot breezes out, I'm about ready to go lay on the sofa with my feet up and watch some more old movies.
I wish I felt like doing something more constructive.