So long, summer!

Sitting here at home having a quiet Saturday by myself, thinking about how fast this summer went.

In some ways I'm a little sad about it, but I'm also stoked that my favorite season is about to start.


Historically, fall is the time of year when all of my fondest, most vivid memories are created.

And since I'll be hitting the ground running as of Tuesday, when my office packs up and relocates to my former downtown location, I'm spending these next couple days conserving my energy.


I had a wonderful night of recharging last night, when I was a big slug and caught up on all the super shows WWE has been putting on. Kevin Nash bores the crap out of me, but I enjoy watching CM Punk mock him, and I'm hopeful the angle they're in with Triple H has a satisfying conclusion.

I also read the first book in the Uglies trilogy, and started Shift, by Jeri-Smith Ready. God I love her writing!


Today I felt the urge to get out of the house, and even though it was storming I rode the Red Line up north to cash in a gift card I had for a meal at the Chicago Diner. There wasn't enough on it for my full tab, but paying five bucks out of pocket for one of their sandwiches isn't a bad deal. I was pretty drenched by the time I got home, but it felt good, refreshing even, to be out in the rain and to just let it hit me without trying to seek cover.

Now I've been home for a few hours and I am waiting until it's time to run out and feed my friend's cats. I'll be hanging with them for a couple of hours and I'm looking forward to some feline cuddles. I wish I could bring Weevil with so he can observe and learn how he should be behaving, but I'm sure that would be a recipe for disaster.

What else?

I'm seeing a movie, Fright Night 3D, with a new friend tomorrow.

Might do some writing, since I've started scribbling a couple notes for my latest chapter.

And I know I need to upload pics from the Space Needle, and Money in the Bank, and even my Texas trip. But somehow that feels like work and doing work over a weekend that is supposed to provide a break from labor seems sacrilegious.

That is, until my Protestant work ethic kicks back in, probably some time on Monday when I've finished reading Shift and I'm sick of consuming media and want to spit back out some of my own.


I'll enjoy being idle and catching up on sleep in the meantime.

Weirdness

I was just scrolling through my September entries from 2010, and I noticed something interesting:

On September 18 and 19 of that year, I had a pretty profound experience road tripping to Indianapolis for the J.C. Bailey memorial show, and meeting Chris Jericho at an unrelated event.

I know this is just a coincidence, but exactly a year from that weekend, I will be road tripping again, this time to Detroit for my friend Aaron's wedding, and then I have a work event Sunday afternoon.

I know this is silly to point out in a post. But I just found it interesting. It's like my cycles of high-level activity are following a pattern.

Or maybe I'm just reading too much into this, much like I do everything.

*shrugs*