featuring a supreme lack of A/C circulation

If there's a better way to spend Sunday night than eating lots of fruit and Tex-Mex, followed by some rousing games of Catchphrase and Psychatrist, and finishing with the last holdouts playing Balderdash past one a.m., I don't want to hear about it.

(Though it suddenly occurs to me that I still haven't read the script for the production meeting I'll have on Tuesday, which will be less likely to be accomplished now that I'll simply want to sleep once I get home tomorrow evening. Being offered as the clue to the word "sassy" during Catchphrase; that helps a little.)

Have I mentioned lately how much I love it here?