Ok, I'm over my Cubs-induced misery and ready to blog again. I've taken the hermit route since Saturday's shellacking- lots of reading and watching of Soprano's reruns. Dave and I are home for the next two weekends, and the word on the street (from forecasters, who we all know are huge liars) is that a cold front is on its way to our hellish metropolis. I hope it comes soon, because I can think of nothing but sweaters, boots and making stew for dinner.
But Laura, you say! You have a lifetime of suffering in the frozen tundra of South Bend ahead of you! Enjoy the heat while you can, for this is your last chance.... I don't care. I'm hot and sweaty, and my hair looks bad. Dave is even worse off- I fear that he will dehydrate and waste away to nothing in this nasty weather. We want fall, ASAP!
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