Poems to the contrary notwithstanding… AUGUST is the cruelest month.
I feel like all I am doing around here lately is whinging (or whining, depending on your spelling preference).
But I WANT TO GO OUTSIDE!
I want to run! And Play! And Hike! And go out in the woods! And the mountains! And, well, just and!
But it’s hot with the heat and hotness. And if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s a sweaty, muggy, buggy trek through the woods.
Come on, October!