Don't Let the Door Hit you on the Way Out, Mr. Summer

I've been quite negligent in keeping up with posts. I blame Summer. At first that seems like a cop-out. But then, the coolness of Fall starts to peek it's head out. I'm able to wear a sweatshirt again, the air is a friend rather than an oppressive despot, and it feels like the engine that is my brain sputters and kicks into gear. Slowly chugging at first and eventually building up a tempo. It may be more than just the weather. School has started again. Going to class and talking about Greek Drama and watching magnificent French films means using my brain again. The unused muscle has reason to work again.

Screw you Summer.