Is it August already?
Compared with the pace of the winter, the past three months have gone by at a bit of a ridiculous rate. Frankly, I'm a bit winded. I'm enjoying a day off right now. A day off entails getting up and taking four hours to volunteer at the animal shelter, grocery shopping, cleaning the apartment, and spending the rest of the day looking for work before maybe reading some of the new Harry Potter.
I'm tired. It's as though the summer were made up of good days or bad days, with very little room for moderation. Today was a good day. I got caught in a wicked downpour on my way to see the cats today, but didn't really mind. It's not as though the cats care if you look like a drowned rat.