...the only food in the house is fruit and Lean Cuisines.
It happens every year: we spend the summer sucking down enough carbs and dairy to send Jillian Michaels into catatonic depression, then compensate after Labor Day by starving ourselves. The gravitational collapse of my stomach has created an event horizon threatening to make my body implode, but at least I feel a little less like a manatee.
...there's a panicked rush to watch a year's worth of TV in a week.
A couple years ago it was Battlestar Galactica. Before that it was Alias. This year's award for "show we originally ignored and belatedly decided to catch up on before the new season starts" is Heroes. I remember thinking "that show is probably going to suck" last year, then had to listen to everyone's astonished gasps when I told them I wasn't watching. I took a shot and bought season one on DVD, and Oodgie and I have been watching 2-3 episodes per night. It's awesome! I wonder what we'll be catching up on next summer. My guess? Reaper.
...my feet are freezing.
One day it's disgustingly muggy and hot out. The next it's cold enough to fire-up the Zamboni. Welcome to September! The 900 lb window-unit that this weekend will probably be the only thing sparing us from drowning in our own perspiration is currently ushering meat-locker temperatures into our apartment. My feet, in addition to being short and stubby, have zero thermal regulation, so I'm forced to wear ridiculous footwear to compensate.
...I'm lamenting the dearth of running backs on the waiver-wire
My fantasy football draft strategy this year included some key assumptions.
- The Saints would be good, and Reggie Bush would have a break-out season
- Jacksonville would have a lousy passing game and have to run the ball
- Other people could waste their picks on Randy Moss, Tony Romo, and Joseph Addai, 'cause none of them would live up to expectations.
It's too soon to panic, but it's not too soon to worry.
Welcome back, autumn! Nobody on the road, nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air...the summer's out of reach...