Not that I'm setting the world on fire over here by any stretch of the imagination, but there's something in particular about this time of year that makes me just want to ...well....punt! Could be the unrelenting heat. Could be the fact that for years I was conditioned to relax & retreat when that final school bell rang as vast herds of yard apes (self included) were dismissed for the Summer.
I suspect life is about seasons that require properly pacing & positioning oneself & blah, blah, blah, who cares.
So far, I've managed to make progress on a good, thick book. Perhaps that's the only side goal I should set for myself this Summer come to think-Great reading material, a few elongated, hot baths, filled with abundant suds & some much needed contemplation, & a nice pot or two of freshly ground coffee this Summer. Yes. This should suffice nicely. It would appear I'm becoming a minimalist in my old age. There are worse things to become. Wooden shoe agree? ;0)
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