quite a lovely Saturday. very low-key. lots of crosswords and Twitter.
J. just made dinner, dirty cheesy eggs and bacon – delicious, despite the inevitable bacon cancer. he whipped it together in the new pan my mom got us for Christmas (she will never give up the hope that some day, one day, one far-flung distant day, i will actually develop a shit about cooking). i love that he makes me dinner.
though maybe he just doesn’t want to starve. i have to concede the possibility.