We've finished season three of Mad Men and are now ready to start the new and current season. Other than my doctor telling me I have Lyme Disease, that's about all that's going down. I've been having this issue lately where I think that it's fall instead of summer or I think that it's Tuesday instead of Friday. Not for prolonged periods, but briefly and frequently. For a couple of seconds I think, 'oh good, we can pick up some cider at the orchard this weekend. Wait, crap, it's August and it's two jillion degrees outside.' Whatever, I just want a Lucky Strike and a whiskey. The bouffant hair I can take or leave.