The temperature here right now is half today's high back home.

We did see summer briefly earlier in the month, but right now, it's cool outside. The natives hate me because I'm reveling in it.

I'm sitting here eating dinner, debating making something nice and warm to drink, waiting to find out if there are actually plans tomorrow, trying to make myself write, and waiting for Burn Notice and The Fashion Show.

I've realized that for the first time in a long time, I'm not sitting here thankful my work week is over. I'm not excited that it's the weekend (although I am excited about going to the symphony tomorrow). In fact, I feel a certain sense of dread. I want tomorrow to go slowly, and the rest of the weekend to be over and done with quickly. It's not even that I suddenly like my job again...my down time has become just as bad...

I should go do something...