The first of October

Just a day in the life of a Muscovite.

Got up nice and early for the paper route. Well, not too early, actually we finally got up around 5:30. Not such great timing as the paper route needs to be done by 6:30 and it takes 2 hours to do. You do the math. So we did the houses first. We've learned the important lesson that families with adults are much more likely to complain about a late paper than an apartment full of students who won't even be awake until 11am.
Today was a wonderfully beautiful fall day in Idaho. It was cold and rainy and all the leaves are starting to turn. I'll put some pictures up soon so you can all be envious of us Idaho residents.
Jason has finals next week so he spent the entire day working on some essays and other assignments. I did the dishes leftover from dinner on Tuesday; we had some friends over. (Ok, ok, so timely completion of dishes are not my strong suit. In my defense, this is the longest I have gone without washing them. Of course excepting the 3 months I lived in Washington D.C. We won't even discuss that catasrophe of household organization.)
I was very proud of myself keeping the majority of the apartment clean this week. A huge accomplishment for the two of us.
I went and did some errands at WalMart and the grocery store.
Possibly the most exciting event of the day was discovering my bicycle was stolen. So we wandered around our apartment complex seeking the missing device, speaking like Bertie Wooster and Jeeves from the acclaimed short stories. You should try it. Just say completely ridiculous things and make every situation into a complicated drama. Make sure you speak in the most hoity-toity British accent possible.
"I say Jason. Some horrible lad has absconded my bicycle! How dreadful. Where the devil could it be?"
"I don't know my dear. But if we do happen upon the culprit, I shall challenge him to fisticuffs. That'll teach him a thing or do, eh?"
Unfortunately we didn't find the bike.
Then we went out to dinner with some good friends. Enjoyed a laugh or two over some overcooked chicken and undercooked pasta (al dente to the extreme). Came home where Jason is now fixing our computers and Casey is waiting to start studying with him for a final on Monday.
So I must go now, being the assigned barista tonight. Sleep-derived students need their caffeine fix and duty calls. And a sweet good night to you all!