Monday morning

I feel so much more productive when I get a Monday off than I am when I get a whole weekend off. Why is that?

Our Super Bowl Sunday was less than spectacular. We stayed at home. I cleaned and worked on a couple of projects while Kyle watched the game. I think this might be the first time in our 5 years of marriage that we weren't at some sort of Super Bowl party. Does the fact that I kind of liked just hanging out at home make me sound old? To be honest, I don't really care if it does. I enjoyed the down time.

We still haven't watched the season premiere of LOST. I did watch what I thought was going to be the season premiere, but ended up being a re-airing of last season's two-hour finale. I didn't realize the premiere aired Thursday night until I heard our staff talking over the weekend. Stupid ABC programming geniuses! I checked the tivo and there it was. There's not much else on the tivo besides stupid re-runs so we'll probably watch it tonight . . . . unless there's a new episode of Prison Break. Hasn't this writer's strike lasted long enough? Maybe this is the perfect time for me to put my sitcom idea out there . . . have I ever told you about that? I want to write a sitcom called "The Camp." You know . . . in the spirit of "The Office." Only with characters and situations from our camp. Believe me, I've got about 6 seasons worth of material. Kevin James could play Kyle, but who could I get to play me?

Kyle and I are running errands today and then just taking it easy for the rest of the day. I still need to take Jack's 8 month photos, but I'm lacking ideas.

I'll leave you with a photo I took yesterday afternoon. Jack spent his first 3 months outside A LOT and I think now that he's trapped indoors, he's missing it. He's drawn to the windows . . . Is it just me or does he look exceptionally tall?