Working at the Diesel this morning to avoid the onset of stir-craze. Autumn snuck in during the past week of rain, and it’s just right. The air is wonderfully crisp, and the combination of the mellow cafe tunes and mug of chai is making the world feel fine.

But why am I more interested in getting my workspace together than working? This must be some sort of backlash from the brutal productivity of last week, this endless organizing, prepping, and priming.

The phrase “chillin’ like a villain” is coming to mind, and begs the question: do villains chill? Is there some point at time when, having double checked the spike traps, robot spiders, and death rays, they sit down with a cup of cocoa and a book before their plan springs into action? I think that would be a lot nicer than chillin’ like a hero, because they are always going to get interrupted in the middle of their snickerdoodle by some bank robbery or whatnot.