Morris has discovered my amazing ability to sleep far past a suitable time for waking up. He got up, stirred a bit, tried talking to me, and I played dead until he decided to get up and finish the documentary he had started the night before. After that he made a production of climbing back in to bed, some huffing and puffing, until I moved slightly and he jumped all over that opportunity of consciousness asking me with very awake, bright eyes "Wanna go to the gym?!" No. I don't. Because I don't even know if I am awake yet. But hisweekend morning energy is infectious and soon I was laughing as I grasped at sheets and pillows while being pulled from bed by my ankles. We went to the gym and it was the first time I had seen the temperature fall below 30. I can't ever recall a time in my life that I had been in such a cold weather. It wasn't bad because the sun was shining and there was no wind, but the chill of the air cuts right through your clothes. It's time to start layering.
He went to an Occupy Astoria event, which makes me very proud, but I stayed home and packed for my trip home and did some laundry. Later that evening we were lazy and had a nice night in playing gin, cuddling, and watching football.
