Well, it will be at least 18 days.
I had to say "nope" to last night's 9:40 viewing of Nope for the following reasons:
1) I woke up at 4:30 a.m. That would have been 7:30 a.m. on the east coast, where I had awoken the previous morning, which is the time I normally get up, if not a half-hour before that. So while this didn't alarm me and get me worried about another round of jet lag (did I tell you I didn't sleep at all that first night in Indiana?), it did mean I was going to expire a lot sooner that night. Especially because ...
2) We spent all day working in 90 degree heat at our house in the valley. Yep, there was a lot of usable stuff to haul out the curb and unusable stuff to haul out to the junk pile, which we paid someone to come pick up. I went threw three large bottles of sugar free lime cucumber Gatorade. (Oh the things you can't get in Australia.) By about 4:30 I was just done. Especially because ...
3) I drank two large margaritas with dinner. After washing off as much of the grime and dust as we could manage in the sinks and water fountains at a local park -- the water is off at our house -- we reported to Casa Vega in Sherman Oaks, where we were amazed to find a table waiting for us even though we had no reservation. (It's a pretty popular spot.) We rewarded a day of labor with yummy Mexican and washed it down with tequila.
I did manage to say "yep" to Dave Made a Maze on Amazon, but it was only 81 minutes, as opposed to the two and a quarter hours of Nope. And there was napping. Pausing and napping, so I didn't miss anything, but napping nonetheless.
You can't nap at the theater, and besides, I want to be at peak awakeness for Jordan Peele's latest attempt to blow my mind. I still know nothing about it.
That won't happen tonight -- plans -- but could happen one of the next two nights after that.
The physical labor at our house should be less, and I shifted my awakening this morning to 6:30 -- a good start, both metaphorically and literally.