Ray's hip seemed better and he drove himself in, but walking from where he parked to his office started it hurting again.

It was warm and rainy in the morning, but cleared in the afternoon and was at least 75. I spent some time tediously going through old financial records and throwing some away.

My Dad was here twice, working on his computer and planting potatoes.

I fed the pigs; Ray came home. We ate leftover rice and ground beef and went to see Albert Nobbs with Becky and Kent at Cine. It was an amazing movie, with excellent performances and supporting services, like makeup and settings. But I didn't like the actual story that well. I couldn't really identify well with the main character, who seemed real enough but not that interesting.

Dessert, bedtime. I was reading a bit before I fell asleep and my book took an unpleasant turn. I had to stay up late finishing it and it made me somewhat cross at the author.