summer fever...

I was suppose to go to work today, but I've come down with a bad case of summer fever. There's no over-the-counter remedy, and taking to bed only makes it worse. It pains me to wake up early, put on long pants, and sit at my desk to bask in the glow of dull halogen bulbs. It's torture knowing that just outside the door is a warm breeze, bright sun, and a big old world just begging us to come out and play. I love this time year--I always have. Summer in the South is what nostalgia is made of--it's the common denominator in my fondest memories, and the time of year when anything is possible, even in the course of a single day. Today was one of those days, and I've decided that it is the official start of my summer. Here's to lazy afternoons fishing and wearing dock siders to work. Here's to shorts and sunglasses. Here's to humid nights and cold beer. Here's to sweat and sand knats. Here's to dreams that only seem possible when you're barefoot in the grass. Cheers and best wishes for simple pleasures and cures for the summer fever...