Kind of a quiet evening. Doug’s out playing a show with his rock-and-roll combo tonight. The humidity’s abated temporarily, so I slapped a coat of pomegranate polish on the toes. I ate some leftover onion-and-gorgonzola pizza from last night’s dinner at Amelia’s Kitchen. (Best tip from Cook’s Illustrated ever? Reheat pizza leftovers in a skillet over medium-low heat with a lid on top. Crunches that crust right the hell up.) Talked to the cat and checked to see if airfares to Indiana have decreased a smidge. (They haven’t — shouldn’t the cost to fly someplace really completely uncool be discounted? I think so.)

I think it’s time to crawl in bed with some hot McSweeney’s action before the excitement becomes all-consuming.