The summer slowdown is starting to set in. I'm developing a taste for it. Progress is continuing on the A-4C. For another boon to my life, I can report to work later in the morning, so I'm able to get my running in before work, before the heat and humidity kick in. And the interruptions of life are subsiding. They'll return a few months from now. But, for now, the relaxed pace of life is like a cool glass of lemonade. I can listen to music again and really enjoy it. Certain songs to me are like escapes -- they put happy pictures in my head, highly-personal visions that I enjoy, and those get spoiled when the world intrudes, so I don't really let myself listen to them until I have time to be away from things.
I have exactly one thing planned thus far for the summer, and that's a four-day trip that's coming up in a couple of weekends. (Okay, if you count my dental check-up at the end of July, I have two things planned for the summer.) Aside from that, the summer is a blank slate, full of possibilities. What will I do? The potential is almost unbearable. Whatever it is I do, I hope I make the most of it: maybe making a dent in the stash upstairs and getting some projects completed at long last, or maybe getting the documentary finished that's languished on the hard drive for three years, or maybe even getting my dissertation polished up (at long last) and ready for the editors at the local university press to look at again.
What will I do? Good question. Stay tuned.
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