just piled blankets pillows, and a few tissues over my back while I was lying on his living room futon computing away, then stuck an umbrella between my upraised, besocked feet, and strung me with one of those christmas tree strings of silver balls, all with the nonchalant air of someone cooking dinner. said I looked like a strange sort of turtle. Though I am somewhat disappointed that I have no pictures to share. =)
But they have extra gym passes, so I’m gonna go workout. Woohoo. =)