Summer in the (small) city

I really hate summer TV.

Oh, I know, I should be outside doing something active, like swimming or watching baseball or planting flowers. Instead I'm watching "What Not to Wear" on my DVR and catching up on my Netflix.

Tonight's selection was "August Rush." Heavy on the sap, light on the plausibility. Seriously. I love romantic movies--happy endings a must--but this was too cheesy even for me. She gives birth, thinks the kid dies, he becomes a music prodigy in an orphanage (and Robin Williams is somehow intertwined in this), then he uses his composition to draw his parents to him in Central Park. And they haven't seen each other since their one night together... Um, sure. That would happen.

I'm also fighting an infection as my summer allergy attack has seemed to settle in my right eye. That ain't cute.

I did get up to exercise this morning at 6 a.m., then I spent all day in a job interview (as an interviewer, not interviewee). So I've paid my Tuesday dues.

It's 8:41 and I can't wait to go to sleep.