Nonsummer

I can tell it’s summer because it’s hot. I’m also guessing it’s summer because it seems like everyone’s getting a vacation. Except me. No vacation.

Instead of vacation, I’m getting the summer of job (and world-events) stress and anxiety. Instead of vacation, I’m putting money into some house projects.

There have been parties. There has been (too much) drinking. There have been concerts and theater. That’s been nice (although full calendars can also add elements of stress).

But there has been little play. Summer is for playing. I miss that.