Summertime

          I particularly loathe myself for doing this, but I am going to write another post that is not part 2 of the death post I wrote earlier.
          I will get to it, my brain just works out of order. And I'm pretty sure that my blog doesn't really have regulars. I know I don't write often, but the views are so... sporadic. I don't think anyone will care.
          That being said... let's talk about summer.
          Summer. 
          At the risk of being shot, let me just say this: I hate summer.
          Okay, perhaps that was a bit harsh. I don't hate summer, per se, I... dislike it with great intensity.
          I mean, there are certain things that I like about summer, to be sure, it's just...
          THE HEAT.
          Oh, the heat. The terrible, awful, no-good, very-bad heat. It drives one insane. It makes you want to hop a plane to the Arctic and live there in the freezing cold forever.
          And yes, the heat is the reason that autumn is so wonderful when it finally arrives, and it's the reason swimming is so nice because it offers a break from the searing heat. Aside from that, I see no value in this particular season. Or temperature.
          The worst thing about the heat, I would imagine, is that it makes you feel so... slow. Lethargic. Like you're wading through molasses, even while performing the most mundane and easy tasks. Personally, my brain feels like it's only working at about half of it's normal capacity. (No smart quips about my writing. I am aware it needs improvement, and I don't blame that on the heat.) The traditional school calendar probably takes a break during summer because honestly, who can expect students to learn or turn out exceptional work with the infernal temperatures?
          Yes, I did just feel like ranting. My apologies if this seems like an enormous waste of your time.
          Take care to put on sunscreen during these horrible few months.