It’s begun. It happens every year around this time. I look at the calendar and it’s Tuesday…and then it’s Friday. Or Saturday.
I’m in some sort of time warp.
We go to the pool and get together with friends and just hang out at home, and the time just slips by.
June and July will pass this way, and then we’ll be moaning that it’s August already. I feel old when I mumble about how fast time is going, but I can’t help it.
We're soaking in summer. How about you?