Now, it's summer. A week ago, the kids were saying, "It just doesn't feel like summer." And it didn't. It was too new. We still had remnants of school lying around -- backpacks, end of the year newsletters on the bulletin board, and artwork on the fridge. We would drive by the school and the teachers' cars were still there. I was still able to reach the office ladies on the phone because they were still working in the office. A week ago, it wasn't hot enough to be summer. Now, it's summer. Emily went to VBS, brought canned food everyday to donate, decorated a t-shirt and brought home hand-painted crafts. It's been 90 plus degrees for an entire week -- that dry, hot air without a hint of moisture. Luke has complained he's bored. We're doing sleepovers. It's summer. Last night, Em had two of her girlfriends, who happen to be twin sisters, stay over. They all three slept on the pull-out sofa in the family room, so they could watch TV until they fell asleep. Luke went to a movie with a friend and then slept over at the friend's house. At 2:00 a.m. the phone rang. "Mom, this house is really hot. It's too hot to sleep." "Splash some cold water on your face and try," I mumbled. "Okay," he said. This is a house that he stays in almost as much as he's in his own. He's like family over there. I knew he couldn't be uncomfortable. Then I remembered they were supposed to see one of those scarey -- really scarey -- movies last night. I called him back -- he had called from his friend's cell phone. The voice greeting says, "This is Joe. . . and Luke." That's how good of friends they are. He must have turned the phone off. So, I lay there, feeling bad that I didn't wake up enough to really talk to him. And I lay there, awake. And I tried to think of the movie I saw last week, and for the life of me couldn't remember the name of it or the actress. And the clock struck 3. And I thought about the projects I intend to do this summer, like paint the powder room, and what color should I paint it? What was that movie? Why can't I picture the actress? Reese Witherspoon? no. Nicole Kidman? no. The clock struck 4. Maybe I should get up and read. What was the name of that movie? I can't even remember the movie. Let's see, we saw Oceans 13, Music and Lyrics, Because I Said So. The plots all start running together in my mind. No, no, no, Diane Keaton was in the other one, not the one with George Clooney. The clock struck 5 and, mercifully, that's the last I remember. Luke called this morning, sounding chipper and wide awake. Just checking in, he said. "Did you guys go see that scarey movie last night?" I asked. "Naw, we saw another one. It was just really hot and I couldn't sleep," he said. "I was awake until 3:30!" "Gee," I replied. Waitress with Kerrie Russell.