All dressed up with nowhere to go.

It's official: I'm an old man. I realized that when I looked at the calendar, saw the extra day off and thought "gee, I could use that time to get a lot done around the house." Good gravy, I'm 25 years old. I shouldn't be thinking like my parents already. I should be thinking of sleeping in every night, staying up until irresponsible hours, and doing… something. Anything.

We had briefly entertained the idea of going down to Vegas to see my mom over the weekend. Right up until I said "we still have tons of roofing junk to clear up and that's going to be a long drive with the traffic." I used to be the extreme road warrior. I was out of town at least every other weekend, either seeing Shauna or soaking up some more of Utah's goodness. Of course, it's easier to make decisions like that without a dog that needs attention and a home that need maintenance.

With no travel plans, we still ended up with things to do. Tonight, it's crepes at The Greenhouse Effect. That is, provided they still exist. Their number is disconnected, so we'll see when we get there. Tomorrow, we've got some plans to catch a matinee of Invincible, about the only half-decent looking movie in theatres right now. (Yes, I still want to see Snakes on a Plane, but Shauna isn't into the whole "so dumb it's funny" thing.) Then in the evening… a Bees baseball game. Shauna scored some free tickets from a coworker, and we've been remiss in out duties as baseball fans. Shauna's going to wear her Rivercats hat; good thing they aren't playing.

I'm going to be squeezing in a fair amount of housework around all of this. There's still a fair amount of roofing debree I have to get out of the gutters and off of the back porch, and the lawn is already getting shaggy again. There's also a lot of weeding that I need to do both in the flower bed and on the side of the house. Sure, it's September, but that doesn't mean I can't be eventually getting to it.