Sleeping was fairly uncomfortable with a weepy bit of road rash on the inside of my left ankle. I couldn’t believe the tire had gotten me as badly as it had, but I guess it just accelerated into me yesterday. I slept in pretty late, and got up to find Summer doing her nails. I spread some sauerkraut and mustard on a waffle and ate the last brat that was in the fridge. I thought the waffle might be a little more satisfying as bread, but it was pretty grainy.
I took a shower in the afternoon so we could go shopping, but Summer remembered that we were going to watch Christmas with The Chosen at UEC with Dad. Eaddie and I were hungry and she wanted cheese, so the three of us went to Cici’s for a late lunch before the movie.
We got to the theater just in time to find seats, and I was a little bit surprised at how empty the theater was. I guess all the church groups probably went to see it early. Some of the people sitting in front of us had snuck some really loud snack packaging into the theater, which struck me as a little ironic considering the forbidden nature of the act. The “movie” itself was about half music videos, with a few quick scenes of some dirty shepherds and a dirty messiah infant. I don’t know about Dad, but it wasn’t what any of the rest of us thought it would be.
After the movie, we headed home and Summer and I watched some TV. I started with a little YouTube, and then we ended up watching Rock-a-Doodle, which was shortish and relatively fun. Eaddie hid in her room all night, and I stayed up late configuring the old, original Pixel I bought for use as a photo backer-upper. Hopefully it plays nicely with the special photo and video editing features of my newer Pixel 8 Pro.
Don’t even know a word yet, but still omnipotent, with your golden diapers.