Not to brag, but I had such a nice weekend! My sister and her boyfriend were out of town for a work retreat (yuck), so I had the apartment to myself for two whole days!
On Friday night I went home and finished watching the fourth season of Black Mirror. I didn’t enjoy it as much as previous seasons. There wasn’t an episode that stood out as especially haunting or memorable like previous seasons have had (I still frequently think about “Hated in the Nation,” “Shut Up and Dance,” and “White Christmas”). I thought the ending to “Black Museum” was good, but didn’t care for the first 2/3 of the episode. “USS Callister” was probably my favorite because UGH we all know that guy.
On Saturday I went to Orange Theory and took it easy because I’m having some problems with one of my toes. Ridiculous. Then, I cleaned the house and went to physical therapy for my shoulder. Apparently, I have extra arthritis in it (arthritis on arthritis!!) and I am losing some mobility in it.
It’s hard to tell when something hurts more than it should when everything hurts to a certain degree all of the time. I didn’t realize something was up until lifting an eight pound barbell in a lateral arm raise was excruciatingly painful. So, physical therapy it is! I’m supposed to stop sleeping on my side because it’s causing tendinitis and harming my rotator cuff. Needless to say, that is not going well because when I lay on my back Alan crawls on my chest which just about prevents me from breathing.
After working that shoulder out, I went to see The Darkest Hour.
I thoroughly enjoyed it. It details the month after Churchill is first appointed as Prime Minister as the government weighs whether they will seek peace with Germany or fight them. It was spectacular and Gary Oldman is now my favorite version of Churchill. I often feel like I’m watching people pretend to be Churchill, but he was very natural on screen. Go see it!
On Sunday I cleaned the house, then went to see Molly’s Game. I freaking LOVED IT. I would watch a movie about Jessica Chastain watching paint dry.
She’s always so captivating on screen. I almost MURDERED the people next to me because they spent about half of the movie whisper arguing about whether or not that was Jessica Chastain or not. I finally leaned over and hatefully whispered, “IT IS JESSICA CHASTAIN OKAY.” They also didn’t know if the movie was based on real life, so they spent a lot of time trying to figure that out. I again hate whispered that it was based on a real person and I would show them an article afterward. If you want to know more about Molly Bloom, then this article from 2014 is incredible. COME PREPARED.
I spent Sunday evening getting ready for the week, watching the Golden Globes, and packing for a little trip this weekend!
It was a gloriously relaxing weekend.