Since school started, it's officially summer's over time, even if the equinox isn't for a few more days, but we have nonetheless been keeping summer hours around here. Why? you may ask. Well, we ask ourselves this same question. Is it because it's still a little hot? because there are 21 year olds playing Beatles Rock Band in the basement? Is it because we're rebelling against our own selves and our better judgement?
(It should be noted for the record, although you probably already guessed it, that that last "rebelling against our own selves" item is only about me and not the historian. Obviously.)
Anyway, on our way into work this morning, we had the following conversation:
Me: We should take Bruiser for his walk at 10 o'clock, not 11 or 11:30. That would probably help us get to bed by midnight instead of 1.
The historian: Right. I should probably just mention it at 10, instead of waiting for you to mention it.
Me: (to myself: Is he implying that I'm the foot-dragger in this situation? IS HE? Because he's probably right. But still!) [pause.] Yeah, probably.
Later today, while we were riding our bikes in the dusk:
Me: 10 o'clock! And none of your foot-dragging.
The historian: I beg your pardon! [not his real words.]
Me: Just kidding. I know I'm the reluctant foot-dragging one.
All foot-dragging aside, we did take Bruiser for his walk at 10 p.m. And we're on track for an early bedtime. Early for us, anyway.