First there was work.
Then there was play.
Summer hours are only fun on Fridays, and even then I’m not entirely sure the trade-off is worth it. But there’s definitely something to be said for getting home at two o’clock in the afternoon instead of six or seven o’clock at night.
I’m not sure I used that time too productively. I went and bought milk, and a few other groceries, and I watched this week’s episode of Burn Notice. I very inexpertly trimmed and separated some lamb chops for dinner for me and my mother. (My father had a Boy Scout dinner, welcoming a visiting troop from Westbury (the original one) in England.) I spent an unexpected amount of time cleaning up broken glass when I accidentally knocked a jar of gravy off a shelf in the garage. (I can’t say I’m a fan of the stuff myself, so I wasn’t exactly broken up about it. I just didn’t want our dog to lick up shards of broken glass.)
And that’s about it. Today was a much nicer day than yesterday, still pretty hot but not as oppressively muggy. Word is, this is the hottest July on record in most parts, and I’ll be happy enough to put the humidity behind me.
Now I think a little capping might be in order.