Haven't posted in a while and don't have much to say. Nate was sick and he was kind enough to share his cold with me. But I think we took good care of each other. We went through a lot of kleenex. Tonight we had leftover meatloaf for dinner. Nate reheated his first and used the last of the ketchup. I gave him a hard time about it and he first said he thought he was leaving me some (there really was none left). He later admitted he used all of it and honestly thought I would use bbq sauce. Which I did consider for a brief moment, but decided it was too weird. He redeemed himself after dishes when I accused him of not listening to me and he was able to repeat, verbatim, everything I said.