check the news today. Friday is the day when the administration dumps all bad news, hoping that nobody reads them in their hurry to go out carousing.
If you don't want to do that, check out new ice-cream flavors before the autumn really strikes. I found a delicious one based on creme de menthe and chocolate chips and other unidentifiable but lushious bits. One day I'll write about sex with the same fervency as about ice-cream, I promise. Maybe even more fervently. But for now consider the ice-cream sublimation plot.