Tomorrow is June 21st, the first day of summer. I know I should be happy about that. Summer is supposed to be fun, relaxing, and full of possibilities. Yeah, right. All I can think about is that, after tomorrow, the days get shorter.
I know it will take a while for those shorter days to really become apparent. In fact, it probably won't be until August that I start to notice the sun setting earlier. And, it probably won't be until September that I'll need to get the reflective vest back out for my morning run. September is almost three months away. But, I don't need to wait that long before I start getting bitter and depressed, do I? I hope not. I like being bitter and depressed in the summertime. It helps me prepare for my annual wintertime bout of seasonal affective disorder.
On the bright side, when tomorrow arrives, the NBA season will be officially over. That's definitely something to get excited about.
P.S. Go, Spurs.
This is where the magic happens.
