August 8, 2013
On June 30th, the summer seems to stretch ahead of me limitlessly.
Six days later, stores have their Back to School ads in the papers.
And I used to work with a woman who would come in every August 1st and announce, "Nine paydays until Christmas!"
There's such a thing as looking TOO far ahead. Doesn't anybody live in the moment anymore?
(And then there's me: Every year I say, "Oh, man, I missed the best days of the Rose Garden again!")