Saturday nights are just weird. Since Sunday is my earliest work morning, I shy away from social engagements, yet being home, though I love it, feels lonelier than other nights, and I never quite know what to do with myself. TiVo and a stockpile of DVD rentals give me some visual options; I'm also in the middle of half a dozen books. None of it quite fits right on Saturday nights. I'm not sure what I want to do; this just doesn't seem to be it.