Well, I'll admit that my Labor Day weekend wasn't quite what I envisioned...no barbecues, no trips to the waterfront, no long drives to nowhere...in fact I even had to work yesterday (but the nice trade-off is that I get a four-day weekend starting Thursday). Still, I did manage to sleep in a little, get in some shopping, creative loafing etc....we also had dinner with some friends on Saturday night and drank beer and tequeila shots and last night Cory & I went out for a quiet dinner and then a short drive while we listened to the new Rilo Kiley.

Today I've got the iPod blasting power pop (thanks to C. for loading about 500 more songs for me this wekend) and it's a good way to approach a Tuesday that's really a Monday - and one that promises to be scorching at that.

Also, I think it's been decided that I'm the only one in the book group wants to read Maureen Dowd's 500-plus opinion opus so if anyone out there has any ideas for a good book to suggest...I'd greatly appreciate it...something decidedly non-Oprah-esque, but perhaps a few degrees shy of, say, The Sound & the Fury. Right now my tastes are leaning towards Virgina Woolf fare (which I don't think will go over well) or stuff like Courtney Eldridge's Unkempt collection but I can hear the complaints about that one now: all the narrators are so self-absorbed, I didn't like them What can I say? I like self-absorbed....well sometimes.