I had a huge list of things I wanted to accomplish over this three day weekend. Take a wild guess at what percentage of this list was taken care of. I think we have officially entered the "lazy days of summer" because I don't feel like doing a damn thing.
Is that so bad, really? It was technically a holiday weekend and it's immoral to work, right? I wouldn't want to do anything immoral.
I've noticed that my to-do list has changed a bit now that I'm nearly thirty and own a house. For instance, instead of "shop for new Radiohead poster for bedroom," I now have to "saw dead branches out of trees." Which oddly was on my parent-imposed to-do list of my high school years.
So, on this, the hottest day of 2008 (thus far) let's talk about SUMMERTIME and WORK!
Ever since I turned 8, summertime was prime working time. Mowing, farm work and cutting wood for winter. Now that I'm in the world where work means sitting in front of a computer, summer is supposedly the slow time of year. It turns out that when they say "slow" they actually mean "impossible to get anything done because all the decision makers are on vacation."
When I was younger and spending my summers sunburnt, sweaty and covered in dirt, I swore that some day I'd get a super-cool office gig where I'd get to spend the day in air conditioning. So now I got my wish and I get to point, click and type things all day while wishing I could go outside and get sunburned. Crazy how fate works.
But now I have this big ol' house and with that comes more physical labor than I could ever want to do. The only hitch is that I have to do all this work after the aforementioned day of pointing and clicking. What's a guy to do.
I guess my point is, do you know how hot it's been lately? Man. It's like insta-sweaty-mega-hot.