Sun came out this morning. I rose around 8am, fed the cats, and got dressed. Out the door and to the car, which was encased in beads of water, leftover rain from the night before. I drove down the hill to the market to buy groceries. On the way, I saw a spectacular view of the Olympic range, reflecting the morning sun, lined up on the horizon beyond the trees. It was actually kind of moving to me. Mountains = home.

I spent some time at the store, pushing the cart around and looking at my list and figuring out where everything is. When I got home, Brian was up and had made coffee. I poured a cup, then put groceries away and cleaned out the fridge (my dad told me to get rid of any of the perishables in there that I didn’t want). Made breakfast: yogurt and granola with bananas and strawberries.

A bit later, Brian decided to take a break and go for a run. While he was out, I vacuumed the house and swept the bathrooms. Then I finished entering names into my new phone. I made our lunch after he got back: morningstar chik patties, rice, and baby carrots.

Went to the drug store to get a dish rack, dish soap, sponges, and some $1.88 halloween candy. Bought stamps for cell phone rebates. Came home washed a bunch of dishes, then thought about taking a nap but instead took a walk. When I got back I uploaded some pictures and then lay on the sofa with a slight tummyache. No more baby carrots. Bleah. I prefer the real ones.

Brian just suggested we go out tonight. I said okay. We’ll go downtown and find a nice place to eat dinner. I reminded him that I just bought four bags of groceries, so let’s not make a habit of eating out.

This is our first full day here by ourselves, finding our routine. I can’t clean the house every day, can I. So I am going to have to start writing again soon.