Summer Time: Where Did It Go?

Summer time and the living is easy? Who came up with that load of hooey? Summer, in the world of the middle aged, is when spring segues into fall like a extended hot flash (this I infer from my wife, who is quite the expert).

But, lest I seem like a crank of a man, I am told by those of a scientific mind that our biological clocks are as much to blame for this feeling than the actual reality of it. As we get older, time does actually fly, unless slowed down by massive pill or alcohol consumption.

This summer, between over-extending myself, and not really having a vacation, I have found myself looking at the calendar and realizing that August is really the cruelest month, rather than the April I swear we had just left not so long ago.

So as I look forward to fall, which will likely feel more like winter by the time I realize it, I bid adieu-- summer, I hardly knew ye.