Into the Thick of It

The funny thing is, even though blogging is so damn easy, it's almost impossible for me to get down to it every day and post a new entry. I suppose Steven Pressfield would attribute that to "Resistance," his catchall handle for the personal inertia that keeps us from our true calling...which I presumptuously assume to be writing in my case.

It's summer now, and it always amazes me how it slips up so quickly. One morning, you walk out the front door of your building, and blam - there it is: the tell tale haze hanging low like some nefarious fog, clinging to the still wet concrete, promising sweat-drenched shirts and stinky sidewalks for all.

Welcome to the domain of the Kool Man and Mr. Frosty. A/C reigns, and doggies drool. It's summertime again.