Luke went to bed at 7 pm tonight. That’s crazy early, so now I don’t know what to do with myself. Well, that’s not true. I know exactly what to do with myself. I could get my butt up and fold some laundry, or scoop the cat litter, or get my clothes and lunch ready for work tomorrow. Instead I’m sitting here in bed with my laptop and my new wireless mouse, sipping on a lager. Just waiting around for the new episode of Intervention to come on at 9 pm. And no, you don’t have to point out the irony of me watching a show about addiction while drinking a beer. Seriously, I have like one beer a month. So me thinks it’s not a problem.

I can’t wait until fall. And winter! And the holidays! I think this is my favorite time of year. I hate sweating. I love sweaters. I love my long-sleeved Rocky thermal shirt (I’m wearing it now, of course). I love the chili and soup and hot chocolate. I just… oh I’m just glad summer is coming to a close. I am rejuvenated.

This is gonna be a good week, I can feel it.