Summer is now my least favorite season.

Sunday felt like the first day of real summer.

Until then it'd been hot, but not ungodly humid, and the nights were cool.

No longer.

Sunday brought sun and heat in the morning, rain in the afternoon, and sweltering humidity.

Today was worse.

I hate this weather. Summer used to be my favorite season, because it meant no school, and catching lightning bugs, and eating Snowballs in an alley in Baltimore, or overlooking rolling hills of farmland at the Snowball Stand in Woodstock (Sky blue or egg custard, either with lots of marshmallow fluff).

We have none of those things in Miami. Therefore, summer is the worst.

And I'm always exhausted.

And I can't work or think. My billing has fallen through the floor and I have no desire to do ANYTHING at work. That's a bad thing.

I'm listless and lazy and content to stare off into space...

It's like come May this year, my brain totally shut off.

It's gonna be a looooong, loooooong time until December.