who knows why but it totally coincides with A.'s bedtime, which sucks for me. Apparently, they need to make room for that strangely named show The Mole. Which sounds like a rodent who lives underground or something that you need to get checked out by a dermatologist.
Anyway...if you're playing the game, get in your picks. And if you're in New York, stay inside. The heat makes everyone all cranky. Myself included. And my subway ride took an hour and a half this morning. Gotta love that F train...