Life Lately

Hey ya’ll.

I feel awful that it’s been so long since I posted. I have been working an insane amount but that’s not fun to blog about and is lame to talk about.

Other than the grind, I’ll fill ya in on some things that have happened around these parts.

Friday my boyfriend and I went on a dinner date at Bistro du Coin– another one of the places on our “DC List”. I love getting around to all the places we’ve been meaning to go to, and the satisfaction of crossing them off on our chalkboard. I got mussels– my favorite food E.V.E.R. and buttery cheesy French potatoes. It was all extremely rich as French food is. {The above, is what I wore.} I love the simple chic black-and-white colorblocking of that top, and how the back is nothing but 3 sexy little black bows. It was like $20 bucks from Urban Outfitters and I like wearing neon bras with it to peek out of the space between the bows.

Then I wanted dessert and had heard rumbles of what the desserts were like at Burger Tap Shake near GWU, so we drove over that way and I had. the. best. rootbeer float that has EVER BEEN MADE. IN THE WORLD. SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME/ROOT BEER. Seriously like the problem with hyperbole is that it’s like the boy who cried wolf and my words don’t carry much weight because ‘everything is the best thing ever,’ but laskjfdlasjfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

I CANT

FUCKING

DESCRIBE

HOW

GOOD

THIS

WAS

My taste buds have NEVER . EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TASTED sweet cream ice cream this good. I kept dipping my straw-spoon into the creamy vanilla mixture and spooning it out in AWE, like holding it up to the air, wide-eyed, in SHOCK,  as though I was discovering the first human being or some shit. I. have. never. had. better. ice cream. Ever. I will DIE and say that the best ice cream I ever had was at Burger Tap Shake. At least the best vanilla ice cream. It wasn’t ice cream. It was its own breed of something. It would touch my tongue and my tastebuds would start to process the taste and send the signal to my brain of what I was tasting and I could not handle it. IT WAS NOT OF THIS WORLD. Human beings don’t possess the words to describe how good this was. I couldn’t stop and I got so full that there was no longer the physical capacity for the spaces between my stomach and ribs to hold a molecule more of food, like my body had expanded so much that it was literally difficult to breathe in AIR, because there wasn’t enough ROOM for the air, and I’ve never been sicker, but I couldn’t physically stop eating this thing. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to savor the taste of the ice cream ALONE, because that itself was so gooooooood, or taste the two flavors together, because it was also so good mixed in with the taste of the rootbeer so I kept taking bites of it and tasting it and then not wanting to swallow until I’d gotten some rootbeer into the mouthful and sucking it all in like a literal monster fiend from whom the treat was going to be taken away at any moment. I looked monstrous as I ate this thing because the taste was so good it was primal. I am frightened to ever back.

So that’s that.

We’d been planning/preparing all week for my friend Carolina, who was my college roommate,to come into town for the weekend, but her flight got cancelled! And there wasn’t another one for a full day and she was leaving Sunday anyways so it would have been a 24 hour trip. So out of nowhere our entire weekend plans changed from hosting a guest and taking her all over DC to our favorite spots, to……………….an unintentional, unplanned, life makeover. See below.

So Friday after I ended my life in rootbeer float quantity, we just went to bed. Saturday, we both had the burning urge to rearrange like..everything in our apartment. We both like change. The first thing we did is cancel our cable. Allow me to explain. We were just in a really “change” mood. I don’t even know how it came up. ACTUALLY I DO. We were going to move our TV to a different side of the apartment. But the problem was………there wasn’t a cable jack where we wanted to move it. And then Alex was like “Fuck this, I don’t live my life based on where our cable jack is. I don’t wake up at 6 am Monday through Friday to not move my TV somewhere because there isn’t a cable jack there.” And then we both were like, do we even need our TV? And then we thought about it. Like REALLY thought, and we determined that the sole thing we watch on cable is Seinfeld. For one hour, every single night, we watch one hour of Seinfeld on TBS. I love Bachelorette but always watch it at my friend Cait’s house and the season just ended. We watch Homeland and Newsroom but we watch Homeland at our friend’s house and Newsroom on Alex’s ipad in bed on HBOGO which we steal from his parents. We watch movies that we rent or buy on itunes or netflix, and watch on our laptops or the ipad in bed. We literally looked at each other and were like “we use our Comcast for Seinfeld. Fact. Reality. Period.” Like I’m a HUGE HUGE HUGE tv person, but in terms of what we actually watch with the cable we pay for, it’s Seinfeld, and we own the entire series on DVD.

So we called up Comcast and were going to downgrade from cable to internet, but the fucking Comcast internet is $90 a month. As in $fuckthat dollars a month. And switching providers isn’t an option because apparently our building has an exclusive contract with Comcast and is not physically wired to allow any provider but them. Which I feel must be illegal. But regardless, we were over it. And my boyfriend somehow knew about Clear. Which sounded amazing to me. Like such a perfect, of-the-future, fuck-the-big-companies way of doing something. Fuck Verizon, Fuck comcast, you don’t need any ‘jack’ or anything, because the internet streams through a mobile network. So you don’t ‘wire’ shit. You just set up a modem and the internet like…comes through a tower into your home. And it’s fast. We did a lot of research. So we said goodby to our $140.00-a-month cable/internet bill, and hello to a $49.99-a-month internet bill! And the bill is ACTUALLY– exactly– $49.99. There is no tax. Every month, our bill will read: $49.99. And, the Clear modem already came in the mail and Alex hooked it up and it works beautifully and we’ve both been using the internet all night with it (me blogging), and so tomorrow we are bringing our Comcast box to the store and officially saying goodbye to it.

After that, we were both extremely depressed about our bedroom, which from day 1 of moving in was just going to be “that area we do nothing about for 9 months.” There is always one area/corner/room of a house that gets no attention for a minimum of 9 months when you move into a place. It was always THAT area that had no design, lacked the right pieces of furniture, got the piles of mail and laundry and messy things that we hide from the rest of the house, etc. We did not buy one piece of furniture for the bedroom except a pair of matching second-hand nightstands from Good Wood ($100 for the pair) after living for 4 months using shoe boxes for night stands. Our Parquet floors are brown, our bench at the foot of the bed is brown, our dresser was brown. We had no color. No art except a brown painting. Nothing. It was a brown, boring, dull, room.

And it still is.

Because, as, I’ve blogged before, I am CONFOUNDED, STUPEFIED as to how to decorate for a living space occupied by BOTH man and woman. It’s not that there’s anything wrong inherently with feminine style, but I feel weird about having pink and flowers and frills and bohemian patterns and bold color in a room that my boyfriend and I live in. I want a space that reflects him, and us. I don’t want it to be girly. And these days I feel like ALL color is too immature/girly. It’s like..pick a color- tangerine, raspberry, purple, yellow, salmon, pink, sky blue…every time I try to incorporate even the smallest dose of color, it looks too girly. But I am still trying to figure out how to make a space look GOOD for both man and woman while not being BORING. I haven’t figured it out yet.

But we were both unhappy with how it looked and felt and needed some immediate change because we just lacked the right pieces and so the room looked suuuuuper haphazard.

So first, we decided that we needed  a rug, and his and hers dresser(s). Those were the two things that kind of just had to be done.  (And paint, but that’s not furniture and is like 10 dollars a can). My boyfriend’s clothes had been living on an $18.00 wire rack from Home Depot. Both of our foldable clothes did not fit into the one dresser, so his overflowed onto this exposed rack and it looked messy and bad. We wanted to spend as little money as humanly possible though. We both wanted white lacquer because it’s fresh and clean and modern and we did not want anything black, wood, or metal. The room needed a sleek modern element like that and I knew that side-by-side white lacquered dressers would really pull the room together. Even though white isn’t color, we were going to choose a colorful rug and they would pop against that. Ikea had an option that was perfect, that I’d seen in some blogs before. They were $69.00 each so $140 total, + $20 glass tops for each one.

We also wanted to try painting the wall grey, so we got and painted it. But it’s the ugliest color EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, which we couldn’t tell till we’d done the whole wall. {above}

I ordered this rug that I’d been looking at for literally 7 months, which was $150 on RUGS USA!!! It was 40% off with free shipping. I’m in shock and it was the greatest steal ever. They have the best sales. Everyone I know orders from them.

But so we decided that we aren’t going to re-do the wall color until the rug is HERE and alive in our bedroom and we can try to visualize what paint color would work really well with it. We can also take pictures of it and take it to a paint consultant at the store and get some advice because I’ve determined that deciding on a paint color is the hardest thing EVER. The white lacquered dressers are going to pop soooo nicely against that beautiful colored rug.

So: we got the white matching dressers, and the amazing turquoise overdyed kilim rug, and then we just need to paint the wall an awesome color that will work awesomely with the rug and white dressers; get a big horizontal mirror to go over the dressers, and gradually collect awesome pieces to adorn the dresser and nightstand tops. Right now they are so sparse. The nightstands have absolutely nothing on them except one lamp, and we had to scrounge to style the dresser top just so it didn’t look like we were 40 year old bachelors with no personal items or photos. Like Patrick Bateman’s apartment in American Psycho. Sterile, is the word. Which it still does.

I mean the room blatantly still looks like a dead piece of shit with zero color. DON’T WORRY, I’M AWARE. The secret is public. But, as I was explaining to my boyfriend out loud to make myself feel better/talk myself down from an anxiety attack, if the room is going to be not how we want it, I’d rather have its flaw be that it’s too sparse/boring/dull/neutral/brown, than too cluttered/girly/hectic/full of chacskis. I mean there is nothing in the room. We own nothing. And it’s all brown. But. When the super pigmented green rug comes in, it will totally change the room and eliminate that overwhelming brown of the parquet floors. Then, that wall will no longer be that horrible frumpy dull grey/brown. It will be something rich and vibrant– what, I don’t know yet. And then we need to get some kind of patterned, colored pillows for the bed, and a pretty throw for the foot of the bed, to bring some color and dimension to the blue/brown dull room. Also, like I said, we’re looking to find a big awesome mirror, with character, to hang horizontally above the dressers.

Most importantly the white sleek modern dressers are so much better than what it was before: (the same wall)

Which was this old hunky clunky wooden POS and the brown painting we had above it, which we’d hung SHEERLY because it was better than empty white space. But it was the ugliest painting of all time. We just didn’t want a GAPING empty square of white when we moved in, so we hung this up because it was the only thing ‘we’ owned that could possibly be hung. My boyfriend’s family gave it to him–aka made him take it– because it’s like…a nice expensive painting so no one feels comfortable selling it except no one wants it either. It’s called ‘The Boss’ and it belongs in a 90 year old man’s hunting lodge. And it was indeed a gift from a 90 year old, to his parents. Who then passed it off to him out of guilt. So now we live with The Boss. I swore to my boyfriend one year ago that over my dead body would we E-V-E-R hang the boss, EVER, but the sad sad sad reality of empty white space took over and The Boss was hung. But now he’s gone and never coming back in our lifetime.

So basically what we did was spend $200 on white lacquered dressers that change the space, add brightness and a sleek/organized look, and that we legitimately needed because our clothes did not fit in the current antiquated dresser, spent $150 on a turquoise kilim rug, and painted the wall a different color than white.
It’s a START. Like I said: the rug, and a different color of paint will change it, and the accessories- things like colorful pillows, wall art, tabletop accessories, photographs we blow up, floor or surface lighting, etc.–will all come with time. Right now, it’s a helluva lot better than it was when we woke up Saturday morning, but also, still really ugly and displeasing to my eyeballs. If only the wall weren’t that horrible mossy grey. It’s like I can’t even FATHOM what it will look like with a good color and the rug, because it’s so boring and flat still. God help me. Interior design is the hardest thing in the entire world. I read blogs and magazines and Pinterest ALL DAY LONG and I can’t figure out how to make a room work for a guy and girl co-living. Like for instance, what do you put on a man’s nightstand so it’s not just EMPTY? A woman—- a candle, a tray with jewelry, a vase with flowers, a little dish, a bottle of perfume– all being possible options. A man’s nightstand…um….a clock and a bottle of whiskey? wtf? We don’t OWN enough decor objects to satisfy the taste of a man. Even the spines of our books are too gayly colorful and graphic for the type of room that reflects us. What do you put on a man’s side of a dresser? A wooden deer’s horn? And like, masculine is kind of inherently boring. Masculine is- grey, black, white, brown, blue, hunter green. It’s solid colors and straight hard lines and wood and brass and steel. How do you incorporate visual interest into that mix, except for super masculine books, taxidermy, and alcohol or objects like a fucking  vintage telescope from the 1950′s? And how do you do that without making your room seem like a caricature of Teddy Roosevelt’s office? I mean I give up.

And like, take my whole struggle for masculine/feminine balance out of this, and just talking straight interiors, it’s more overwhelming and complicated to me than chemistry or fashion or anatomy or the meaning of life. ALL THESE SHAPES, ALL THESE COLORS, ALL THESE MATERIALS AND TEXTURES, HOW DO YOU DECIDE, AND HOW DO YOU PUT IT TOGETHER. Jesus Christ, you could be a BEDDING EXPERT alone. A bedding stylist. How to take different sized pillows and Euro shams and budoir pillows and lumbar pillows and style them together. Because you could have an orange velvet king pillow with turqouise-and-rose colored floral Euro Sham with two little crisp white lumbar pillows, or any other FOUR BILLION combinations, AND EVERY TIME I TRY TO PUT PILLOWS TOGETHER IT LOOKS LIKE IF YOU HIRED A RETARDED SQUIRREL AS YOUR INTERIOR DESIGNER. Literally like if you went out to the street, found a squirrel that had a learning disability, paid him to come upstairs and style your space. Same outcome.

I see bedding that’s crisp and white with black borders like a hotel, and bedding that’s grey and sultry, and bedding that is floral but SOMEHOW not overly feminine, and it’s mixed with bright raspberry coverlets and tangerine colored Euro shams and they’re monogrammed and there’s a glittery polka dot pillow in there and it looks fucking amazing and yet if I set out to buy those EXACT THINGS, it would still somehow look like a JOKE. Like the 50 year old editor of Domino will have glittery pom pom pillows in the room she shares with her husband and in the magazine it looks super amazing and quirky-cool and and like the glittery pom poms somehow WORK for this 50 year old married couple, and then I buy the glittery pom poms and you walk into my room and it’s l-i-t-e-r-a-l-l-y the same pillow but it looks like my room belongs to a 13 year old girl.

And that’s just BEDDING. You could have round night stands, or modular ones, or TRIANGLE shaped ones. Your nightstand could be a square box or it could be a fucking sheep statue with a tray on it that functions as a nightstand. That’s right. A statue of a sheep– with a gold tray sitting on the back of the sheep, to hold your phone and glass of water at night. LET YOUR MIND RUN WILD because just about ANY THING ON EARTH could be a nightstand with a tray on top. It could be black lacquer with gold handles, or wood with marble tops, or white with NO DRAWERS and just a table top. Your wall art could be graphic paint strokes, or black-and-white photography, or some purple abstract painting with magenta and royal blue touches. You could have a dark oriental rug, or a graphic striped modern one, or a natural sissal or jute one and go for a more zen Asian vibe. You could have a brown cow’s hide, or a metallic cow’s hide, or a WHITE SHAGGY FLOKATI rug, or layered Turkish ones. You could have a tall dresser, a low dresser. 3 dressers in a row.

And LIGHTING????????????????????? Brass, lucite, ceramic. Your lamps could be circular, or stacked, or skinny like an architect’s task lamp, and your lamp SHADE options are endless. And guess what– just when you think you’re figuring things out when it comes to tabletop lamps, you  realize you could have a floor lamp. THAT IS AN OPTION. Or you could have NEITHER, and opt for the space-saving option of wall scones. OR HAVE ALL THREE.

And how about overall LOOKS or elements of looks. Sometimes I think I want my room to be ‘light, bright, and airy.’ Then I get everything white– white bedding, curtains, and walls, and SURPRISE– it doesn’t look like a floaty sea cottage, it looks like a boring, dull, white room. And more importantly, then I’m bored of the white and DON’T want the ‘white, airy, light, bright’ look. So I change my mind and think I want a bohemian artistic look, and I put patterns and colors and textures and it looks like I SHAT in the room because I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MIX patterns and colors and textures without it looking like I’m trying to create an ashram. So then I think I want to give the old gentleman’s club look a shot. So I get vintage leather-bound books and a magnifying glass and wooden trunks and it looks……boring dull and brown. So then I try making it sultry and dark, and it looks………dark and scary and I go back to thinking I want the light/airy/Scandinavian look. BUT IT NEVER WORKS.  I CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT, and I’ve been obsessed with interior design since I was 10. And at that age, it was the first time I got to “re-do/makeover” my room, and I chose SALMON + YELLOW+ HUNTER GREEN as my colors. It was the ugliest thing I have ever laid eyes on, and not much has changed. Seriously, puke green, puke brown, and puke blue combined is not uglier than salmon + yellow + dark green. The carpet was green, the walls were salmon, and then I painted bright yellow stripes on top of the salmon. It was a fucking abortion and 15 years later, not much is different, because THERE ARE TOO MANY OPTIONS. TOO. MANY. colors, textures, and materials and styles.CAN YOU BLAME ME FOR COMBINING YELLOW SALMON AND HUNTER GREEN?? WHAT AM I, A COLOR SPECIALIST? HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THEY DON’T GO TOGETHER? HOW IS ANYONE??!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean, really this just comes down to the fact that the legs of a nightstand could go too many ways. Really, that’s the crux of this issue. They could form x’s, they could be Parsons style, they could be stileto legs– they could even be BALLS. Like 3 little balls holding up a tray. I’ve seen nightstands like that. It’s like, how can I possibly ever master something where the legs of a nightstand have that many options for what they are. GUESS WHAT– IT’S AN ART, A SCIENCE, AND A SKILL and I’m paying someone to do it some day. My boyfriend is convinced I’ll get better with experience (the more homes we live in, the more we acquire good pieces, the more I study up on what looks good and how to emulate it, etc.), but I’ve re-done my room about 15 times since that salmon/yellow/green tragedy, and the result has only marginally gotten better.

Fashion is sooo much easier because *really* at the end of the day, HOW MANY styles of pants can you really identify. Like there’s baggy boyfriend, skinny, and wide/flare. I count bootcut in the general ‘skinny’ look. Like you can get technical but that’s PRETTY much it. There’s a skinny look (which bootcut, cigarette, straight leg, etc., all kind of lump into), a wide look (flare/wide leg), and a baggy/slouchy look. And that’s not just for jeans. Whether it’s wool trousers or silk harem pants, your pants are basically either…skinny, wide, or balloony/baggy. AT THE END OF THE DAY. But how can any average person be expected to make their homes look good when your NIGHTSTAND HAS MORE OPTIONS FOR WHAT ITS LEGS CAN LOOK LIKE THAN YOUR OWN LEGS DO. OR YOUR PANT LEGS.

And to make a room look good, you have to consider: nightstands, bed, headboard, bedding, lamps, accessories, pillows, artwork, rug, paint color, chairs, benches, desks. I MEAN GOOD FUCKING GRIEF. To make an outfit you need: top, pant, shoe. COMPLICATE IT IF YOU WANT, but you need top, pant, shoe. Or even— dress + shoe. 2 pieces basically. Okay throw in a bracelet or a purse if you WANT, but an outfit needs 2-3 things basically. A room, however, cannot be made with 2-3 items. A room is not made by bed + rug. Or, dresser + lamp. Because if so, you’re a serial killer. Rooms need side tables, end tables, console tables, lamps, shelving, blankets, vases, books, flower arrangements, chairs, photos, R.U.G.S. Seriously just end it. Just cut me loose and set me free because I can’t handle the complexity of making a home a home. Which means looking good. Yeah I COULD just put a nightstand on top of a rug and call it a day but that’s literally antithetical to my soul and would mean I’m Patrick Bateman or a memory-less bachelor. Homes need that warmth that comes from the mixing of colors and textures and styles with personal photos and artwork and objects collected on travels and over the years, and to make the mixing of all that look GOOD and not look like you’re a poor 26 year old NON-interior designer with too many Ikea pieces, you need to be an interiors savant. You have no idea how PRO interior designer I am. I am all for them. I think creating a good looking space is the work of a professional. I think they’re geniuses. I think anyone with the flare/knack for making nightstands work with lamps and consoles and rugs and art in an effortless, cool, unique way, is as genius as Albert Einstein or Picasso.

For the record, these are 3 bedrooms I adore that I think perfectly mix masculine and feminine elements and that I’d be in heaven if I came home to.

In the above room, the slate grey wall, straight sleek lines (both of the bed itself, and the modular chrome-leg nightstands), grey fur throw, and Mad Men-esque brown outline monogrammed pillows are super masculine. The printed duvet cover is feminine, but not overly so because it’s blue with a lot of greenery and also some birds. And the print itself is just adult. The scale and quality of the print is mature, it’s not like a floral bed cover you’d see at Urban Outfitters for 15 year olds. The faceted mirror above the bed adds some shiny glam, but the super geometric shape of the square facets is very art deco/masculine. It’s not a dainty or girly mirror by any means, and is really fucking cool. And I love the super modern white lamps too. This room, though very cheerful (perhaps slightly more so than I am by nature) is still, to me, perfection. Especially with a good dark rug. I showed it to my boyfriend and he really liked it too.

This is another one that blends a lot of styles perfectly. It has pops of raspberry and mustard that bring fun color to the room but it still looks adult and not overly feminine. I love the color of the walls, the awesome nightstands, the deep color and busy pattern of the oriental rug, the wood elements, the cool dome-esque lamps on the nightstands, the little graphic pillow on the bed, the sheepskin rug on the white chaise, the clunky masculine dresser off to the right, and the antlers overhead etc. Another perfect room that just LOOKS like an adult room. You can tell that 17, or 25 year olds simply don’t live in this room.

Pattern, texture. This room works everything together seamlessly. You’ve got the shaggy rug in front, a similar but less exaggerated shaggy sheepskin-type material of the loveseat, the rattan/wood frame of the love seat, the very very very masculine wood coffee table in front, as well as the black 4 post bed, blue-and-white border Euro pillows, deep dark curtains, oriental rug, modern white lacquer dresser-cum-nightstands, and graphic modern lamps/accessory pillows. It’s got elements of so many styles and I love it. If anything, it borders on the feminine side, from the light mint walls to the patterns of the pillows to the flowers, but not overtly so, and you can see how a 40 year old or 26 year old man living here wouldn’t be like “ugh, my wife and her taste.” I mean it’s a good looking room. I’d take out the polka dot lumbar pillow on the loveseat, the pink roses, and the pattern of the lamps (and replace them with something solid), and it would be even more ‘neutral’ on the gender scale. Though I say that, and then would try to execute it and just FAIL so astoundingly miserably.

Alllllllllllll of that being said, it’s crazy how productive our Saturday was because…. WE ALSO WENT TO A FUN FOOD MARKET IN DOWNTOWN DC amidst all the room rearranging.

We woke up, cancelled our cable, drove to Union Market, sampled a bunch of delicIous food (including chocolate-filled churros and the best tacos EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR), took a cute photo in a photobooth:

THEN after managing to drive to the outskirts of DC for a mini food fest, we drove to the paint store, then Ikea, and then I painted while Alex put the dressers together. Literally epic Saturday. And we listened to ’20′s era jazz music as we painted/put furniture together and it was both like a scene out of Midnight in Paris and a scene out of a horror movie. It was delightful.

Sunday we woke up and had brunch at Policy– amazing iced coffee because it drips cold, also amazing waffles. Then we went to Miss Pixie’s and Good Wood to get visual inspiration for the mirror we’ll get above the dresser, and other things. No purchases ’till we get the rug and paint the wall. Then we went home and my dad, brother, and his girlfriend and her son came over. Cutest human that’s ever lived. So so so so so so cute. And then we went to bed.

My next post is going to be about the William Morris project, goals, and how it all aligns perfectly with no longer having a TV. Remind me.

Oh also, we got this set of Oriental ceramic vases for $35 at Good Wood on Friday, before going out to dinner.

Yes, I live at Good Wood. Literally go in 6 times a week. $35 FOR THE SET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT! I so love them. They’ve already lived in like 11 different places in our home since Friday.