I got up this morning under duress: Julian claimed he was hungry. Hungry enough to complain about needing food, but not hungry enough to want to eat it after I gave it to him. He eventually had a piece of string cheese and half a bagel. I collected myself, and him, and the two of us went outside to do yard "work", which for him was yard "play". We raked, he jumped in leaves, we bagged, we took apart the sukkah (Julian did most of the hard work of course; I just helped) and then I mowed. The oak, of course, hasn't listened to me and has continued to barf used leaves all over the yard since completion of these tasks.
I then did some other assorted yard tasks, and then came inside for lunch. I set up the fleishig dishwasher, ran it, and then took a shower. Karen put Julian down for a nap, and the two of us watched some more Smallville. We're working on Season 4, and I have to admit I've become an addict. I'd ask for an intervention, but really, what else can I do? Once we get through Season 5, I'm not going to have any choice but to wait. My lifestyle does not include a TiVo, nor any plans to buy said device, hook it up, and try to watch TV that way. I'm so last millenium.
Karen's mother has just come by to take Julian out for pizza and to get him (so to speak) out of our hair. Granted, he took a two and a half hour nap, so he hasn't exactly been in our hair, but so be it. Once Karen's off the phone, I'll find out what the evening holds.