Last night the heat brought one of my brain fries, and I totally forgot to watch the television shows I'd intended to watch, so I ended up missing Colbert's monologue and all of The Daily Show. Instead, I saw a rerun of Murder She Wrote for the twentieth time or so. I did get to see Paul McCartney's surprise impromptu concert on James Corden's show, but then fell asleep before Foo Fighters did their song at the end of the show. I then woke up about five o'clock this morning, still hot and miserable. God, summer bites!
For a late lunch today I made a nice, cold malted, to go with an English muffin with peanut butter. I was hoping it would keep me full enough that I wouldn't have to make anything for dinner tonight, but it isn't working. I need to get something for cold meals in the house. Some cottage cheese with a bit of fruit would be nice. But I don't have anything like that in the refrigerator right now, and I had popcorn last night,and I'm running low on frozen burritos. I guess I'll have to fix some ramen. At least the burner only has to be on for a few minutes to make that.
Oh, I wish it was Monday already, with that predicted high of 86 and low of 62. What luxury! Well, something to look forward to. If it turns out that the forecast lies I'll be quite distraught.