Confining my view to the game last night, I'm going to say that things are looking up for the Suns. If you talk to me about the historical precedent for teams down 3-0 in a seven game series, I'm going to put my hands over my ears and say "I'm not listening! I'm not listening!" until you stop.
My internal clock has reset itself for summer, which means the "stay up way too late, then sleep in and waste half the morning" mode. In case anyone wants to plan their telephone calls to me.
School, for my children at this point, seems to be a moot point, despite my remonstrations. I had to declare that a certain Pokemon Yellow Gameboy game had to go on moratorium until the end of the week, despite the fact that if my son achieved a certain level, his friend would pay him $5.
Roses are blooming like gangbusters in my yard.