It’s still summer – STILL! IT NEVER ENDS! – and…big sigh.
My August is like everybody else’s February: I hate the sky, I’m sick of being trapped indoors and I can barely remember what it feels like to wake up with any enthusiasm whatsoever for a new day. I just keep plodding along, blinds down and A/C pumping, putting in the days, looking longingly at the calendar and telling myself things will start to improve in another month or so. Or will they? September is usually hot and sunny here, too. Blech.
On that cheery note, this made me laugh.
