I love my house…when it’s clean. And at a comfortable temperature. The past many days it’s been neither. It had been so disgustingly hot that I was rendered nearly useless. I felt so lethargic and ill yesterday that I skipped my morning cuppa, which caused some sick sort of synergistic effect. I found myself literally stuck to our vinyl couch, craving unconsciousness and coming close…I was sucked into watching J play FFX for hours on end. But today is a new day. I feel like a new woman…or something. We had an actual thunderstorm last night and the temperature has dropped by about twenty degrees. I’m going to take the little man out to do something fun (that will involve damaging public property instead of our own). And this evening I may even get out for a night on the town…and meet the infamous Chuck Olsen for the first time. If you’re free and in the area, yawl should head to the Bryant Lake Bowl betwixt 7 - 8:30.