This morning was a pretty tough one; after three nights on our IKEA pullout couch, the one with the razor-thin mattress, I went back to my firm Sealy and now I’m paying for it. It feels like I’ve gone five rounds with Muhammad Ali. I could use fifty good sessions with a yoga teacher or an understanding physical therapist. One of the unexpected good consequences of the holiday was the fact that we moved a bunch of furniture around the house, and found that the living room is a lot bigger than we thought. Having all that crap gone is a relief, and we’re finally getting a sense of how large the room actually is.

I brought five window candles at the dollar store with Todd this afternoon, and brought them home to put in the upstairs windows. Not three hours had passed when one of the cats jumped up on the sill and knocked one over, blowing the bulb out.

The A/V Club. Jen and I decided that a whole lot of nothing was in order for our post-family Sunday, so we rented The Matrix Reloaded and X2 from the Blockbuster and watched both of them. The Matrix, truthfully, was not as bad as most folks told me it was. Jen and I both thought it was entertaining, fun, scary, and loaded with action. X2, in my opinion, was pretty good as well, but full of plot holes. Even so, the writing was good, and the heroes were heroic. All in all, a very enjoyable afternoon (made better by a bottle of wine.)