I don't know why she's spoiled.

This is the week of midterm break. This is the week that I slowly, steadily, and surely slip into a coma of lethargy. Josh called me this morning around 11:30am to tell me he wouldn't be home at the usual time for lunch. He asked me how my day was going and I said, "Fine." He asked what I'd been doing and I said, "Nothing." He asked why not and I said, "Because I was asleep." After I got off the phone with him I had every intention in the world of getting up but alas, I did not. I did, however, pry myself out of bed when he got home for lunch at 12:15. I mean, it was the least I could do.
The two previous days (Monday and Tuesday) I had Josh all to myself. He took off work those two days. They were glorious days. The mattress revisited us on the living room floor. We have welcomed it with open arms-- enjoying its company with nightly snuggles while watching movies. We have slept in on that mattress, waking to leisurely get ready for a day of driving around the local countryside taking pictures and listening to music.
On Monday we ventured to Edina and the surrounding area, finding our way to the trainbridge at dusk. We saw three trains. I took a few pictures, but mostly let their air whoosh me away. On Monday Delilah went with us. She was rather a pain in the ass, whining practically the whole time. She was only fine when Josh appeased her by hiking her up on his arms to she could both lay down and see out the window.

Later that evening, when we were at the trainbridge she was shivering so we put her sweater on her. That did not suit. She then began accompaning her quakes with whimpers so Josh zipped her up in his jacket. My sweetest ones:

Tuesday we drove Northwest of town down a road I totally don't know the name of. It was such a nice road. There we found the oldest church in Adair county, another church that had been refurbished (its clean white sparkly look was lost on us, we like detritus), and yet another church we found by following signs on gravel roads. Out of those three churches we were able to get into two of them (and by we I mean me and Josh followed). They were gorgeous in their delapidation. I say, if I were ever to get married and it had to be in a church it would be one of those churches. That evening we went to shoot at the trainbridge again only for some reason we couldn't find it. As fate would have it we did find a beautiful shell of a building that we stopped and shot at. We then came home to a delicious pot of chili and had rented the movie Borat. So we ate and then cuddled on our magic mattress while watching the completely politically incorrect Sacha Baron Cohen. I laughed. Really hard. I'm sorry.
All the shooting I've done over the past couple days has been with film and therefore I have nothing to showcase since the darkroom is closed for midterm break. After I get in there and get to work I'll have something to put up here hopefully.