The Home Invasion
On Wednesday, October 21, I didn't feel well. We can say I overdid it, as I often do. I was up early to do leg day. I donated plasma. I proceeded to eat oddly and not enough throughout the workday. So when I picked Matthew up from work and took him to get his car (to take to a mechanic), I told him I didn't want to cook anything or eat at home. We've actually been eating at home quite a bit to save money and set good habits. We debated about where to eat, and as we pulled out of the mechanic's parking lot, I was thinking, "Maybe we should just go home." It was a pressing feeling. Unfortunately, I ignored that thought, and we drove to Winger's in Murray. We had just gotten our food when we got a text from our roommate at 6:39 asking, "Are you guys home?" She sometimes asks if we are home in case she needs to feed Max, or is letting us know if she's having a friend over. I told her we weren't home, but asked if everything was OK. She cal...